Saving My Girl

Chapter 2.

Nathan.

Watching Paris sleep relaxes me. When her mom called me asking me to go find her she didn't have to ask twice. This is a routine that I'm honestly getting tired of Paris stays in trouble and I always have to save her ass. It's been this way since her father split.

She always has to act so hard but she's not she's just angry but in Hurt Village showing emotion gets you killed so I'd rather her keep her tough girl rep. The problem with her being so tough is she thinks she can take on just anybody, females and niggas, big or tall. She's eighteen and I'm twenty three. I'm a cop and she's a rebel but the thing is I'm in love with her bad ass.

My phone rings on the bedside table causing Paris to stir in her sleep. Time to get to work. I don't work a 9-5 I work whenever that damn phone rings.
"187 on Franklin blvd in downtown Hurt Village," the operator speaks on my radio laying on my dresser.
"What's a 187," Paris asks lifting her head from her pillow.
"Homicide," I answer hopping up from my bed and quickly brushing my teeth and throwing on something to wear. I don't wear a blue uniform showcasing that I'm a cop especially not when I live in Hurt Village. I do a lot of undercover work so I usually throw on a nice pair of jeans and a shirt with my badge hanging around my neck when I'm not undercover.
"Be safe. Don't get got." I watch her crawl to the foot of my bed.
"The only person dumb enough to try me is you," I say and she looks at me sideways.
"Because you can't beat my ass," she states.
"That's funny. You better call your Mom. I gotta go." I peck her lips before heading out.
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4:30 AM
"What happened here," I ask seeing the young black boy laid in a pool of blood on the ground.
"Looks like a drug deal gone wrong," Detective Wilson states seeing the thick wad of cash in the boys pocket.
"If it was a drug deal gone wrong he wouldn't have money in his pockets something else happened here," I say.
"I'm tired of seeing dead bodies it's giving me nightmares and shit," Malcolm states. "This little dude bout thirteen his little ass supposed to be in the house by the time the street lights come on."
"I don't know what the hell is going on around here but what I do know is you two better find out! Don't even think about going home--"
"Cap. I got a wife and kids," Malcolm cuts in.
"You won't see your family for a month if you cut me off again. I don't like not knowing what's going on in my city playing cat and mouse."
"Alright Cap. give me 48 hours." He looks at me and nods in approval.
"That's what I like to hear," he states before walking away. Cap. is like a father figure because when my Dad passed he was the one that looked out for me, especially when I was out in these streets. I haven't always been the good guy, becoming a cop saved my life.
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11:30 PM
My phone vibrates in my pocket taking my attention off of the house Malcolm and I are staking out. I know it's Paris before I even look because the phone vibrates again letting me know I received another text.
Baby: I think you forgot the fact I've been sitting at your house alone all damn day.
Baby: I'm leaving.
Me: You better not leave you gonna sit right there until I get there to pick you up.
Baby: Actually I already left B I'll talk you later.
I don't text her back. I don't got time for her games today. I got a job to do.
"Where the fuck these niggas at," Malcolm groans and takes a big bite of his cheeseburger from In and Out. "Man fuck this bullshit." He slings open the passenger door and hops out walking towards the house.
"Malcolm!" I hop out the car just in time for the bullets to fly in his direction. He crawls across the ground making it to the side of the house while I duck down behind my undercover car and shoot at the orange Cadillac as it passes popping the two back tires. The car swerves but continues down the road.
"See that's the shit that happens when you don't stick with the plan," I yell at Malcolm shaking my head. We climb the front porch leading to the house.
"You got the plates?" I shake my head.
"Hell no I was too busy shooting back you should have been getting the plates!" I bang on the front door of the house.
"I've never seen that car before man," Malcolm admits while rubbing the back of his head.
"Me either."
"Who the fuck banging on my--" Calvin stops talking after swinging open his front door seeing me and Malcolm. "Cops!" He tries to shut the door back but I bust into the house.
"I'm not here to bust you. I want in," I say and he tilts his bald head looking at me.
"In on what," he asks playing dumb.
"The war. I'm not letting Latin Kings think they gonna rule shit around here these are my streets."
"How can I trust you," he asks.
"If it wasn't for me you wouldn't be where you are. I gave you my title but don't get shit twisted I have all the power. You started out slagging for me and don't you ever forget that shit."
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1:00 AM
"How did you know about the war," Malcolm asks while driving down the road.
"I finally remembered that car. Victor Cortez--" he cuts me off.
"Agh shit! The most notorious Kingpin he moved here from Mexico a couple years back," Malcolm asks stopping at a light.
"Yeah so you need to tell me now if you prepared for this shit. I'll understand cause it's about to get crazy."
"Crazy is why I became a cop. I got you Nathan," he states just like I knew he would. He's always had my back and I've always had his from jump.
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10:45 AM two days later.
"What's up Nathan," Dallas asks dapping me up. He closes the door behind me.
"Nothing much how you doing," I ask following him into the living room where he's playing his XBox and eating a bag of Doritos.
"Good," he answers. They had a teacher work day today giving them the day off. "Where have you been I haven't seen you in a few days."
"I've been working on something. I should tell you I'm gonna be gone for a while for work." Paris' mom appears in the doorway joining the conversation.
"How dangerous is it," she asks.
"To the point where I have to stay away to keep y'all out of harms way. Not saying I'm gonna disappear completely but I don't know when I'll be able to come around either real late or real early," I explain and tears appear in her eyes causing her to walk into the kitchen.
"You gonna be safe though right you won't leave me like my dad right," Dallas asks getting up from the couch and throwing his controller across the room getting upset.
"I'll come back Dallas I'm not gonna leave you," I say and hug him. He pushes me away quickly wiping away his tears. "Let me check on your Mom." Walking into the kitchen Mama Collins is busying herself cooking breakfast.
"I don't know how my kids will survive if you don't come back. They're already mad at the world hurt from the fact that every man that has come into their life has left them."
"Josiah left to make a better life for himself. I have no excuses for your husband and I'm not either one of them. I'll come back I promise," I say and she wipes away another stray tear.
"Paris came back last night. I don't where she's been she just came in took a shower and went to bed. Her school called informing me that she got in trouble for being disrespectful Friday and that if she doesn't stop getting in trouble they're gonna suspend her," she explains shaking her head in disappointment.
"I'll talk to her." I head out the kitchen and check on Dallas before heading to Paris' room. I walk in finding her sprawled out across her bed ass in the air, head buried under her pillows and her blanket barely covering her body. She sleeps wild as hell.
"Paris!" She jumps up looking at me crazy.
"Don't you see I'm sleeping! Damn," she yells and lays back down.
"I'm getting real tired of your attitude Paris. I need to talk to your ass so get up," I say and she rolls over sitting up. Her silk cap falls off her head and her hair falls from being wrapped. She stands from the bed wearing a t-shirt and boy shorts showcasing her big ass and thick thighs. Paris has one banging body she's curvy and thick. She's eighteen but she has a body of a grown woman.
"Can we go eat," she asks looking into my eyes.
"Your Mom is cooking--"
"It's a yes or no question," she states.
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The Waffle House is packed like always, we were lucky to get a booth. I watch her eat her chocolate chip waffle. She's so beautiful and I love a woman that can eat. She has on a light layer of makeup and a bold red lip. She has sexy thick lips and piercing hazel eyes.

"What is it that you wanted to talk to me about?" She takes a sip of her Sprite and turns her attention to me now that she's done eating.
"I'll talk to you about it back at my house," I say and she raises her arched brows.
"What's going on Nathan," she asks once we're back in my car. I don't answer I just drive. Pulling up to my house she quickly gets out my car and to my front porch.
"Tell me." I unlock my front door and we walk in.
"You breaking up with me? I'm not thin enough for you? You just gonna take what you wanted and leave," she asks assuming things.
"No Paris. Chill." I sit down on my leather couch. "Come here."
"Hell no," she replies folding her arms across her chest.
"Well I'm not saying shit until you come here," I say and she quickly walks over and climbs onto my lap. I unfold her arms and hug her tight.
"You're scaring me," she whispers burying her head into the crook of my neck.
"I have to go away for a while--" before I can finish my sentence she's swinging at me throwing punches. "Chill Paris!" I have to grab her wrist and flip her onto her back to restrain her.
"Get the fuck off of me I hate you! Get off of me!" She withers underneath me.
"Stop Paris. Stop trying to fight me," I say and she stops as tears run down her cheeks.
"Please don't leave me."
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