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No. 39 ♡

Hampton

"We never officially went on our honeymoon," Pierre talked over the phone.

I stuffed my face with ice cream.

"Blame that on your uncle. I'm still trying to figure out his fate," I said.

"I want to handle him myself. I still can't believe he killed my father," Pierre said.

"What ever happened to Melvin?" I asked Pierre.

"That nigga? He ain't dead, but he almost there," Pierre laughed. I smiled watching Martin.

"Hampton?" Pierre said. "Yeah," I said getting up.

"You know my next business trip is in Chicago," he said. I looked oddly at the phone.

"You talking about leaving?" I asked. "Just for a couple of weeks," he said.

I sucked my teeth.

"A couple of weeks? What the fuck you going to do about Kiara, huh?" I asked.

"Don't say no out of line shit. She got some kind of chip in my phone," he said.

"You done let this bitch into your fucking phone!?" I yelled.

He sighed. "Can you stop cursing?" He asked. I rolled my eyes standing up. I rubbed my hand over my belly. I was three months and I still had five or six months to go.

"What are we going to do?" I asked. "I just won't go," he said. I tooted my lips.

"What's the catch?" I asked. He sucked his teeth. "There's no fucking catch!" He yelled.

"Why do you have to yell?" I asked. He sighed over the phone.

"Bye, Hampton," he said before hanging up. I threw my phone across the room.

"He just hung up in my fucking face," I said before standing.

I rubbed my hand across my face, agitated. I dressed myself and left the house.

My cell was blowing up and it wasn't Pierre. It was unknown. Of course I didn't pick it up.

I drove to my company, knowing that they was following me. They need to learn how to be fucking slick.

It was Sunday so everybody was off work. I grabbed my keys out my glove compartment and got out the car.

I noticed them circling the block. I unlocked the doors and the cool air hit my face. I shivered at the sudden rush.

It was quiet and empty. The only person here was probably Seazar. I rushed to where he was at. He was sleeping.

"Wake up!" I yelled causing him to jump. "Kiara is going to bust through here any minute," I told him.

He couldn't talk since his mouth was full of cloth. I loaded up my pistol and patiently waited for her and her "goons" to come through.

I heard them creeping throughout the building.

"I'll take the first floor. You take the seventh," I heard her whisper.

She ain't very good at it. That's when she entered the room.