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No. 30 ♡

BLUES

The Hills by the Weeknd softly played throughout my house. I knew Pierre couldn't give me all of him and he knew it too.

He still tried and that's what I liked. He tried to give me all of him and never once gave up. And we all know marriage ain't going to keep a nigga. Some niggas just got to grow up.

I opened the duffle bag revealing 50 grand. I've always had the money to give to Melvin, I just never wanted to give it to him. Cause I didn't owe him shit.

If that's what's going to make him stay out of me and my unborn child's life then so be it. I don't need no extra drama.

I put my hair into a pony tail and grabbed the duffle bag. I grabbed my keys and then there was a knock at the door.

I made sure to look out the peep hole and I saw Marilyn. "What?" I asked opening the door.

She pulled a gun from behind her back and aimed it at me. "What the fuck, Marilyn!?" I yelled.

"You pregnant with his baby," she cried. I slowly backed up as she followed. I didn't have time for her bullshit ass games.

"Put the fucking gun down!" I growled. She sent one bullet into my wall. I flipped over the end table and grabbed the gun that rested in it. I aimed it at her sending several bullets toward her. Her body collapsed to the floor and I knew she was dead.

"Fuck," I whispered. I called someone up to come handle it. I walked out my house closing the door. I just killed ex-bestfriend. Oh, fucking well.

I pulled up to the fairly large warehouse. "Name?" The man asked. I removed my shades.

"Blues," I responded. He nodded his head and opened my car door. "The duffle bag is in the trunk," I said. He popped my trunk and grabbed it and escorted me into the warehouse.

"Knock before going in," he said. "I ain't gots to do shit," I responded. I walked into his office. Coke heads filled the room and I saw Melvin getting some head.

"Clear this shit out!" I yelled. Everybody quickly got up and walked out. The girl got up off her knees, wiping her mouth. Melvin gathered himself together.

I put the duffle bag right on his desk. "That's your money," I said. I turned around to walk out of his fish smelling office.

"Hampton," he called out. I turned around to listen to this fool.

"I apologize for what I did to you. I was sick out my mind and I could never own up to it. I knew I was wrong and that's not what you deserved. I should've treated you better. I hope you can forgive me, but if you can't I understand," he said.

My eyes wandered as Monroe's words played in my head.

"Learn to forgive, but never forget what any motherfucker has done to you."

"I forgive you," I said leaving his office.

×××

"You have a visitor Miss Blues," Angela said. I told her to let them up.

My office door opened and there was one of Marco's men. "Cut straight to it," I stated bluntly.

"Marco has been somebody else's bitch," he said.

"Who's?" I asked sipping on my frappe. "Seazar's!" He blurted out.

The fourth ring bearer would always lead me closer to my destination.