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I watched Winston as he got on his motorcycle and drove off. "Son of a bitch," I spat shaking my head. This was a little game that everybody was playing. we were planning on making him think he was winning.

The only person I had beef with was Aubrey, all these other people I didn't even know and I wasn't going to let Winston kill them off. Especially since these people were important to Nicki. She left me a note in my drawer that I found a few days ago.

I never read it but basically she knew it wouldn't be long before she died. She said she could feel it. She told me that if she did die to end my feud with Aubrey and protect her family and friends. She said she could trust me and she was putting their lives in my hand. She just wanted me to look out for them.

I found out the deal my mother made with Winston. She wanted him to kill me and have Melissa for himself. She said I was a bastard child who didn't deserve to live and Melissa was nothing but a piece of meat who was only good for screwing with. She paid him three grand to rid her of her so called problems. What kind of mother would do this to her children? what kind of mother would pay money to have someone physically harm her kids? In my eyes she wasn't my mother and she would never be respected or treated as such.

Winston was a pig. He talked to me every day claiming to have my back. Sad thing i grew up with this dude, he knew my story and I knew his. I should of known the day we were standing in the back of the stadium watching Jermaine perform, that he was crazy. Nigga was coming up with all types of ways he could kill him. he took pictures of Tarji and even downloaded them to his computer. Dude was a straight creep, but I thought nothing of it because in my eyes he was my friend, and we both felt the same way.

I wanted Nicki more than anything in the world. I would have done anything to be with her. I thought we were finally together, but she was creeping behind my back with that nigga Aubrey. Both of them had to go, if I couldn't have shit nobody could. I just didn't know that when I told Winston I wanted her dead, that he was actually forming a plan to make that happen. He ahd watched Nicki and Aubrey creep around for months until he finally brought me all the evidence. I was devastated. The nigga had taken pictures of them holding hands at the mall, at the movies, at the park and my jealously got the best of me. My jealously overcame me and I agreed to the plan, despite the consequences of my actions.

After we took out Nicki and Aubrey, something inside of me was telling me Winston was up to something, so I brought these issues to Rosay and he told me he would handle them. He said one thing he hated was a back stabber a deceiver. He said Winston had done this before and it was time to put a stop to him and his craziness.

I told him I just wanted to protect my sister. So we all had a meeting of how this was going to go down. We were all playing the part well. I told Melissa to play her part and then once Rosay handled things we would inform Jermaine and Taraji what's been going on.

First thing on the list we gave an anonymous tip to the police about two bodies found never the river. The police contacted Nicki's mother this morning and brought her in to identify her body as well as Aubrey's mother.

We left the gloves Winston used and burned the ones Sticks used. They were turned into the police. So it was all a matter of time before this whole thing turns out.

After Nicki and Aubrey was laid to rest properly and Aubrey secured a place for Miguel and his family, I was going to move in on Taraji and Jermaine. They needed to be warned about this plan Winston had.

I didn't know exactly what was going on I needed more information so I was just going to lay low. We was gone get this bitch ass nigga.




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