Addicted 2 Moni

Star- Crossed Lovers

Kendrick Pov

I keep my composure riding the elevator down and as I make my way through the warehouse. When I get to my Charger I lean up against it pulling out my phone. I send a quick text before getting inside. I sit back taking a deep breath.

Why the fuck did I do that shit. I'm this nigga's right hand man and I really just had ha ass all over me. Maaaaaaan.. it's something about her fucking eyes that just uuugh.. make a nigga wanna do whatever to ha and for ha. Fuck maan why it had to be under these circumstances??

Her ass don't need to be no where near this place. Anthony is a straight fucking dog...man and she just signed her whole life over to this nigga. Everybody in his crew know that if you want out, it's death. Anthony don't like leaving loose ends of any form that's why he got us chasing after some girl.

I can't even get a decent job anywhere because of my record. I knew Anthony since we on your mamas titties. When high school rolled around we went different paths. He started banging and trapping and I joined the marines. I did ten years with six tours. Some bullshit went down in Syria with a village we stumbled upon and....shit. Let's just say myself and some others got dishonorably discharged.

When I came home I didn't have no where to go. My moms wanted nothing to do with me since I disgraced the family name. And when she found out I was back hanging with Anthony, it was like she never gave birth to me. She ended up remarrying and still lives in my childhood home last time I heard. Anthony took me in like I never left when no one else would. I got a house, cars and whatever I needed. Honestly it was a stability move, I ain't have shit else to do.

I start up and start heading home. I pass the crib Anthony got me and kept driving. A year or so back I decided to buy my own crib in my own name. It took awhile because of my record, but I did it and it's mine fully paid for and can't no one take that from me. Plus should shit get rocky down the line with Anthony or the crew I know where I can't be found. It's almost 12am looking at the dash as I pull up to the gate punching in the code. It's only five houses in my neighborhood. To my far left is the Norman's, a middle-aged couple with five kids. They got about eight bedrooms. Mr. Norman is a ex marine himself, we go deer shooting sometimes. Next to them is the Johnson's, older black couple with three kids and a grandma lives there. Two of they kids just started high school and one in middle school. Mr. Johnson owns a few corporate business and is also a day trader. He even showed me a thing or two one time. Next to them is a Somalian family of six, they don't speak much just in and out. On the far right is a group of Mexican brothers. I know they be trappin and shit cuz the be having gangs and girls all over that mf. They kool peoples though no beef, except them wild ass block parties they be throwing sometimes.

In between the Somalians and the Mexicans is me, the biggest house on the block with ten bedrooms. I want a big ass family so I bought a big ass house you feel me. All our houses are stretched far apart with long driveways just the way I like it.

I roll down my driveway seeing a familiar car parked outside. I hope out alarming my car and head inside almost running into a body.

"Oh I'm sorry Mr. Moore," Angie says before picking up her book from the ground.

"It's cool Ang and I told you it's Kendrick," I say locking the door behind me. She nods.

Angie is my live in maid and babysitter.

"How's my princess," I say as she takes my jacket.

"Ooh she's wonderful. I put her down for bed, but I think she's still waiting up for you," she smiles before walking away. I smile taking the stairs two at a time down the hall to her room. As I open the door her hazel eyes look over at me from her crib.