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No. 27 ♡

H a m p t o n
I slowly entered the club, making my way over to the velvet sofa. I'm not here just to kill, I'm here to make sure all the mother fuckers I know have my money.

At this point, that's the only thing I got. Money. "Ah, Blues. Isn't it a delight to see you," Lupe said in his deep Italian accent.

I nodded my head and joined him. "Get the lady a drink," he smiled. I returned the gesture.

"Lupe, you know why I'm here," I said. I needed to get straight to the point.

"Of course!" He cheesed. "Then where's my fucking money!?" I gritted.

"I don't know you tell me," he smirked. I pulled my gun from my purse and shot him dead in his chest.

I got up from the booth as everyone stared at me. "The fuck y'all looking at!?" I yelled.

Everybody went back to their normal stance, until I saw him. If he was following me he was making my journey much eshorter than expected.

P I E R R E
"Madison, I can't protect you from her!" My uncle yelled.

Madison began to cry. She suppose to be this hard tough bitch that she say she is, but fucking cries.

"Why would your dumbass go and do some shit like this. I don't want to lose my only child," my uncle sighed.

It's too late for that. She's already in the hole. And ain't no use in climbing out.

"Marco knows where she is. I'll see if he can kill her or something," My uncle said.

"What the fuck! Hell no! She's carrying my child!" I yelled. I was getting heated.

"Fuck you, her, and that unborn baby," he said back. I punched him in his face.

I continued to hit him until I heard a gun cock.

"Get off my father," Madison sniffled. I raised my hands up and turned around facing her.

"Madison what the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked.

"You're the problem, Pierre. If you would have never got involved with this bitch!" She yelled.

"You went to go kill her fucking uncle just to torture her! And this is my fault? Either way she was coming for the fucking Santiago's. All because your father killed her father," I said.

She was having a nervous breakdown. "Put down the fucking gun," I said. She was shaking uncontrollably. Her face was stained with her tears.

"Daddy, can I pl-

The gun went off as I saw Denzel's body drop.

B L U E S
I tied my hair back, preparing to eat the food. I was hungry and I'm eating for two here.

Just as I was about to devour this steak I got a call on my phone. I ignored it and continued eating.

It started ringing again and I answered. "Hello!" I answered, clearly irritated.

"Hampton, I really need you," I heard Pierre croak. I cleared my throat.

"What's wrong?" I asked chewing down the rest of my food.

"Uh, Denzel is in the hospital. He probably won't make it," he sniffled.

"Ho-

Somebody busted through my hotel's room door. I quickly turned around and saw Melvin.

"Pierre, I though you took care of Melvin," I said. I swallowed the huge lump in my throat.

He walked closer to me and removed the phone from my hands. "She'll call you back, bruh," he said hanging up the phone.

"Why are you here?" I asked. "Some came up and I need my money pretty early," he whispered in my ear.

"Bye, Melvin," I said. He grabbed me by my arm, throwing me down on the bed.

"I want my fucking money!" He yelled. My eyes began to water. I was afraid that moment from when I was sixteen was going to happen again.

"Aye, I'm 'bout to head down to Linda's," Amir said. I nodded my head. I was really hungry and he was going to buy me Linda's.

"A'ight man, you know I gotchu," Melvin said looking back at me. He closed the door.

I looked at the time on the clock. 7:34. Monroe wanted me home around 9. If Amir wasn't back by then, I guess I'll just leave.

"Aye, Hampton. Come here for a moment," Melvin said. "No," I said looking at T.V.

I was watching Martin, and I hate when people interrupt me watching my favorite show.

He sat down next to me on the couch and he began to rub my thigh. I looked at him sideways, before scooting over.

"Stop touching me," I said. He scooted over to me, pulling me into his lap.

"Let me treat you right," he whispered in my ear. I pushed him off of me. "Stop!" I yelled.

I got up from the couch walking into the back bedroom's. He followed me into the bedroom and pushed me down on the bed.

"You gon' be the fuck quiet," he said. He turned me over on my stomach. I tried to squirm out of his embrace.

"Stop!" I screamed as I felt him tug at my pants. He yanked them off of me, tossing them to the side.

I started punching him and he punched me ten times harder than all my punches.

He removed my underwear, tossing them aside also. The tears came continously. "Stop, stop!" I cried into the pillow.

He pulled down his sweats and pushed himself inside of me. "Stop, please," I cried.

"Please,"

"Stop, crying," Melvin said. He walked closer to me and I went to the other side of the room.

"Leave!" I yelled. "I wonder is that pussy still as tight as I remember. And I miss our baby," he smirked.

I shook my head. "How old would it have been, 3 or 4? I think we would've had a pretty child," he said.

Truth is I didn't know if that child would've been his or Amir's. But I knew it was his deep down.

"Two weeks, Hampton,"