In Love With My Sister Husband

Chapter 13

HARLEM P.O.V.

Call me I need to talk to you! I texted Rosaliee. I walked off my plane and tried to call her again but she didn't answer. I know she was at work but damn pick up.

I gave my bag to my assistant and told her to drop it off at my house before taking my keys from her hand. I got in my car and made my way to the hood. Juggling a multibillion dollar company and a full time king pin was killin me niggas can't do nothing right. I sat my phone in the cup holder and reached over opening my glove compartment and grabbed my gun loading the mag in. You want something done you gotta do the shit yourself!

I NEVER left the streets alone if anything going to jail made me go harder. I just moved smarter that's all. And I just used my business to clean money.

I pulled up to the hood and seen some lil niggas at the corner store. "Yo where Waun at?" I asked placing my gun on my lap.

The house! They answered. I pulled off into traffic. This nigga Waun use to be a homie of mine. Met up in Green county doing a bid when we were kids. Nigga told me he wanted to be down with me and on my team. Seem legit. I got locked on that attempted murder charged the hood say he switched up. Nobody knew I was getting out early or that I really been out cause when I got out I finished building my company. It's a if you know you know thing. Waun was a slick muthafucka though. Plugged in all the right places. I let the nigga move how he wanted to but when he start fuckin with my shit it was over. Niggas ain't know I was home and thought he could come through on me.

I parked my car down the street and put my hoodie over my head to match in with the night time sky fall. I cut through a back yard and hopped a fence leading me to his back yard. These niggas was in the shed playing the game, smoking, counting money and the drugs they stole from me.

Niggas didn't even know I'm bouta light this bitch up like it's fuckin Christmas! I walked up and instantly letting this shit fly. Bullets woke the entire hood up! I let these bitches off. Gave a nigga a head tap, hit the next in his chest, hit his leg then his chest. My shit was flying. Hit a nigga in his neck. A nigga ran out the house and I got mad cause Waun wasn't back here. The nigga I hit in the chest was trying to cling on to his life.

I grabbed the bag with my money and drugs in it and grabbed all the other shit too. "Tell that nigga Waun, Scar back and come find me pussy!" I said as I tipped my hoodie back a bit so he could see my face as I kneeled down to him. I stood up and the look of frozen fear was all over his face. I pulled my hoodie back completely over my face to cover it as I walked past his camera so it would catch my face. I stuck my middle finger in it and walked out the shed. I took the lighter from my pocket and flicked it on to the carpet of the open door way of the house. Not giving a fuck who else could have been in there. The house easily caught on fire.

I ran back through the backyards and around the corner. I walked around the corner to my car and I could see the house on fire from down the street. I made a U-turn and got up outta there.

My phone started ringing and it was Rosaliee. "I need to talk to you!" I answered in an aggravated tone.

No I need to talk to you! I'm pregnant! I've been calling you all weekend.