Dakota P.O.V
Um...........
Me: WHAT?!
Khadeem: Yeah and the first people and place he's coming to is here and to see you and the twins.
Me: Oh my god..........I thought he was given years?! At least 4!
Khaleea: We thought so, too. But, somehow he got out early......Real early.
Khadeem: He had to have help.
Raquel: And I know exactly who helped.
Me/Khal/Khad: Who?
Raquel: Leon.
Khaleea: Dad?! He wouldn't help Khleo get out!
Me: What am I going to do?
I felt them all look at me. I thought I was ok, wouldn't have to fear that anyone was dying, or coming after me or my kids but, that all just flew out the window. When I raised my head back up, I didn't realize that they had left. Nor heard them get up and leave.
Going into the kitchen, I thought I would start breakfast. At least to get my mind off of things.
Isaiah P.O.V
"Ok.........so, what's going on?"
"Um, well.........Khleo gets out tomorrow."
"WHAT?!"
"Yeah and the first people and place he's coming to is here and to see you and the twins."
The fuck?!
"Oh my god..........I thought he was given years?! At least 4!"
"We thought so, too. But, somehow he got out early......Real early."
"He had to have help."
"And I know exactly who helped."
"Who?"
"Leon."
"Dad?! He wouldn't help Khleo get out!"
"What am I going to do?"
So, this motherfucker gets out tomorrow? And is coming after my family?! Fuuuuck that!
Walking back into my room, I grabbed my phone, closing the door and called Andrew.
"What up, fool!"
Me: Aye, bro, we got a situation.
"Whatchu talking about?"
Me: That nigga gets out tomorrow.
"Who?"
Me: The one who had my ass in a coma. He's coming after Girasol and the twins.
"How you know this?"
Me: I heard this lady and her kids telling cuz. I'm assuming that was his mom, little sister, and brother.
"FUCK!"
Me: We need to get them out of here. Ali, too.
"Ight! (Speeding)"
"*Horns Honking*"
"GET OUT MY FUCKING WAY, BITCH!"
"*Horns Honking*"
"FUCK YOU!"
["SLOW THE FUCK DOWN, ASSHOLE!!"]
(This nigga and his damn road rage. *laughing*)
