A New Kind of Thug Love (Thugs can love sequel)

Chapter 34

Toya POV 

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I woke up with Jaheem's arms wrapped around my torso. He was holding me tight too. I looked over at my phone blinking. I never got around to checking for messages because of Jaheem. I reached over and got it. I had a lot of missed calls. A majority was from an unknown number. I listened to some of the voicemail messages from that number. It was Rashid.

"Toya, call me as soon as you get this something happened." I tried calling Britt first but she didn't answer, neither did Xavier. My brothers were no help either. I started getting worried.

"Wassup?" Jaheem started waking up.

"I'm trying to get a hold of somebody from home." I sat up and finally decided to call Rashid. 

"Hello?"

"Ra what's going on?"

"I don't know how to tell you this Toya but...it's Britt." My heart rate picked up. "She went out and they planted a bomb on her car."

"Oh my god," I wanted to cry. Did they kill my best friend?

"She's okay but they lost the baby." I started crying. Poor Britt. Poor Xavier. "Look Toya, I know we agreed to let you stay in New York but Britt needs you right now."

"I'm getting on the first flight out there." I hung up and quickly got out of bed. I quickly packed up a bunch of clothes and other things. I dressed in some jeans and a tank. When I came back Jaheem was sitting up in bed. I totally forgot about him. "Look Jay-"

"It's okay," he smiled. "Your friend is in trouble and you need to be there for her. My plane is at your disposal. And I called you a cab. I've gotta go to the trap anyway." I ran over and hugged him. 

"Thank you. I love you so much. I'll call as soon as I can."

"I love you too. Be careful." I grabbed my bags and hurried to the cab. 

Jaheem POV 

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I would've taken her to the airport but I knew she had a lot on her mind. Britt is in trouble and she doesn't need me hovering over her. I got up and got dressed for my day. Mafia King. Isn't that something? This is what my brother wanted but couldn't have. Smh. Sorry bro that you had to be taken at your prime. 

"Nigga!" Mike ass yelled. "Where my baby momma?"

"Went home. Something happened to her friend."

"Awe damn I hope everything alright," Amir said. "But we do have our own problems to take care of. We got a problem in Miami, some shipments coming in from Mexico, and we got some renegotiating to do."

I sighed. "Anything else?"

"We meeting with them rich white folk about T.S.B.C," Chris said. T.S.B.C is our company. What is means is Teen Survival Boot Camp. Y'all see how fucked up this generation is right? This idea actually came from Mike. This was something like a program for all types of teenagers. Depending on your circumstance would depend on what treatment you would get.

If you were an unruly kid that's heading down the wrong path and your parent actually gives a damn about you they could enroll you in our boot camp free of charge for everyone. Think of it as military school mixed in with a little beyond scared straight. You will learn discipline and the consequences of your actions. It's not a summer program or an after school program. We'll take you out of your home state and away from all your temptations and put you in a new environment to be more appreciative. You will be enrolled in school and everything else.