Fraudulence.

32.

This next chapter I wrote is about to be on some Lifetime type shit, lmao.

I was in some type of zone man. It took me a long ass time to finally come up with the next part to this story.

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Zoovier...

"Zovie, answer me this." I spoke to my daughter as we drove to the store.

I looked up at her in the rearview mirror.

"Why you don't want a lil' brotha'? Niggas be cool." I shrugged as I continued to drive.

Zoelle looked up at me from the backseat. "Stop lyin', daddy." She squinted her eyes at me.

I glared back at her. "What'chu say, lil' girl?"

"Stop lyin', daddy." She calmly repeated. "Boys are icky."

She pretended to gag and stuck her tongue out in disgust.

"Shit," I chuckled at Zoelle's behavior. "Keep that mentality 'til you 45."

I shook my head and added, "Niggas be so dirty these days. All they do is lie and try ta' get in ya' drawl–"

I could see Camila's evil ass glare as if she was in the car with us.

"Wait, I'on think ya' mama want me talkin' to you about this right na'." I laughed it off.

"Okay, daddy." Zoelle played with the teddy bear that she brought along with her.

"I wonder what my mommy and baby brother doing right now. Probably havin' fun wit'out me." She pouted.

"But we gone have mo' fun than them, baby girl." I teased.

"Yay!" She cheered.

.....

Omniscient...

Back at the house, Camila was laying on the floor of her living room, bleeding profusely out of a huge gash on the side of her stomach.

She carefully watched as a second man entered the house through the back.

It was Jamal's best friend, Trevon.

'This motherfucker....' She thought to herself.

"Mal, what the fuck did you do to her, man?" Trevon gasped.

He bent over to help Camila up off of the floor.

"My baby.... I'm pregnant..." She gasped as they grabbed hands with each other. She could barely talk.

"Jamal–"

"Drop her." Jamal instructed.

"Man, she bleeding from her side and she pregnant–"

"I said drop her, Tre!" Jamal snapped, pointing a gun at his "best friend".

Trevon immediately dropped Mila, letting her fall back down onto the floor.

He held his hands up in surrender.

"Ma–Man," he stuttered, his eyes darting down to Camila. "What did you do?"

"Tre, you know how much I love Camila, right? I needed to see her." Jamal stated. "And now I need ya help ta' take her back to my house."

"Man, what?" Trevon smacked his lips. "You jus' asked me to ride over here to visit her. You kidnappin' her?" He shrieked.

"If she still alive." Jamal nonchalantly responded to him, lifting one of Camila's arms and letting it fall back onto the floor.

"You crazy. I'm takin' Camila to the hospital. She don't look too good." Trevon picked Camila up and carried her bridal style.

"Yo," Jamal followed him outside to the car they drove to Camila and Zoovier's house.

"Don't say shit." He held a gun up to Trevon.

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Just as the pair were putting an unconscious Camila into the backseat of the car, Zoovier pulled into the driveway with Zoelle.

"Who the hell is that?" Zoovier asked himself.

Zoelle was knocked out in the backseat.

Carefully observing the unknown car in his driveway, Zoo unbuckled Zoelle in the backseat.

He sneakily grabbed his gun out of the glove compartment.

Then he tucked the gun away in the waist band on his pants.

Zoo picked Zoelle up and walked towards the car.

"Oh shit, it's Fetty! It's her boyfriend, man!" Jamal whisper-yelled. "Close the fuckin' door!"

"Aye," Zoovier called out. "What y'all doin' at my house?" He questioned.

"We was looking for somebody. We see we're at the wrong house." Jamal spoke up.

Shortly afterwards he cleared his throat.

He then cut his eyes at Trevon to make sure he wasn't freaking out, giving away anything.

Zoelle was awoken by the talking everyone was doing. So, she yawned and slightly lifted her head up from her father's shoulder.

She ended up catching a glimpse of Camila laying down in the backseat, unconscious and extremely pale with blood gushing out of her side.

"Mommy?" She called out. "Mommy? Mommy!"

"What is it Zo–" Zoovier directed his attention to the backseat of Jamal's car and almost lost it.

"Camila!" He screamed. "What the fuck did you do ta' my baby, man?!"

"Don't fuckin' move." Jamal angrily stated, holding his gun up at Zoo, who was still holding onto Zoelle.