Daddy's Little Girl

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thanks to everyone who read & enjoyed Daddy's Little Girl! love you all ♥ And, you may be wondering why the last two chapters are in 3rd person.. well, my next story will be in 3rd person point of view so if you're willing to read it, you can get the hang of how it will be like :) thanks again! LOOK IN MULTIMEDIA AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER :)

1 YEAR LATER..



“You want it?” Maurice asked, holding his baby in his lap as he fed her. She nodded slowly, considering she was getting sleepy, and he held up the spoon and started moving it towards her mouth, then swooped it away towards his. “Sike.” 

Her lips began to quiver and Paris knew she was about to cry. Laughing, she rolled her eyes and made her way towards where they sat in the living room. “Gimme my baby.” Paris said, taking her outta Maurice’s hands before she could start crying. She looked at her and smiled, making Paris smile back.

She was dressed in her LA Lakers onesie with her yellow Kobe’s on. She was only one year old, but she was a real smart baby. Only because she liked Paris more.

Paris rocked her baby back and forth and just looked at her. She was happy after all the trials and tribulations that she went through, she could finally hold a piece of herself. “I was having a father and daughter moment, Paris, damn. I just got her like three minutes ago, you been holdin her since you had her.” Maurice said, getting up from where he was sitting and stood in front of Paris, looking down at their babygirl. 

Paris rolled her eyes and looked from her to him, “I got the right to hold her, I held her in my stomach for nine months, did you? Hell nah.” Maurice smiled at her and shook his head. She was acting like a child, and if they weren’t about to leave the house soon, those actions coulda got her taken in their bedroom.

“Zamora, come to daddy. I was just playing.” Maurice tried to make peace, but she only cuddled closer to her mama’s chest. Paris laughed and hugged her baby tighter as she started to drift off into sleep. “Zamora, baby, you wanna go see Grandma Cleo?” She nodded, “Okay, you can take a nap and I’ll take you there.”

Paris walked over to the crib in the living room and put her daughter in it after she kissed her.

Maurice watched his wife bend over and place his daughter in her crib. The only thing he loved more than his family was seeing his wife in tights. She had on plain black tights, some knee-high black boots, and her black trench coat. She matched his fly; Maurice had on a black pullover hoodie, black Levi pants, and black timbs. 

Sometimes Maurice would wonder whatever happened to Marleigh, because he hadn’t heard from her since him and her last encounter, which was a couple months back. She had asked to see him, and they met up at a restaurant.  She begged to get him back, but he told her he was married and left her at the restaurant to pay the bill for both of their meals. It felt like déjà vu for him, but karma is a bitch.

Paris stood back up straight and pulled out a pink fuzzy bear from the nearby chair. Maurice had bought it for Zamora, and it had ‘Daddy’s Little Girl’ written underneath it. It favored the light blue one her dad got for her when she was younger, and she was happy to pass something similar as it down to her daughter. 

Maurice stood behind his wife and looked down at his daughter. Every night he prayed for her and his wife. If anything happened to either one, he didn’t know what he’d do. They were his life. “She’s so pretty.” Paris said. She couldn’t keep her eyes or hands off of her.

“I know.. she look like me.” Maurice said, wrapping his arms around Paris’ waist and putting his head in the crook of her neck. She smacked her teeth and turned around in his embrace, throwing her arms around his neck. “More like me.” 

Maurice couldn’t help himself as he leaned in and kissed her. “Forreal?” He mumbled against her lips as his hands found her ass. He loved the fact that all the weight she gained during her pregnancy found its way to her backside. What he didn’t love was that she barely let him get any since she gave birth to Zamora. She was afraid to get pregnant again, because she said that the nine months were the worst months of her life. Maurice, who never gave a fuck, didn’t care. He was gonna keep making kids with her til she couldn’t pop no more babies out.

Paris nodded her head and Maurice took his lips off of her. He grabbed her hands and walked backwards until he landed on the couch. Maurice leaned back on the couch and Paris laid on top of him. His hands stayed gripped on her ass as they made out like they were teenagers.

Paris knew Maurice too well, so she ended the kiss before she got as heated as Maurice was. “If you think this a slick way in getting a piece of Paris, think again, baby boy.” She said, taking his hands and moving them to her waist.

Maurice leaned his head back and let out a long groan. He could never get none when he wanted some, but when she wanted to get it in, she got it. He didn’t even argue with her when she said that because pussy run everything.

Paris smiled up at her husband as he let out a string of groans. He had basketball practice earlier in the day, and he had just come home from staying in Miami for two days, so she felt maybe he did deserve some. She wrapped her small arms around his waist and pecked his neck. “Maybe before we leave-” 

Maurice snapped his head up so fast, he didn’t even let her finish talking. “Don’t be bullshittin me. My balls tight and my dick throbbin.” He said, bluntly, making Paris laugh. He really didn’t give a fuck on what he said.

She nodded her head and opened her mouth to speak, but she felt Maurice’s phone vibrate under her. She pulled it out of his pocket and accepted the call. Maurice always felt good when she answered his phone, knowing he had nothing to hide from her.

“Hello?” Paris asked, leaning her back onto Maurice’s chest. He put his face in the crook of her neck and played with the ring he placed on her finger not too long ago.

Paris rolled her eyes when she heard the person on the other side of the phone. “I ain’t call yo phone, din nobody tell yo yellow ass to pick up. Answering the phone like I just called you..” She sighed, but it only turned into a laugh. “Hey to you too, Nino.”

Paris heard grumbling and muffling in the background, and that made her smile. She knew that it was time. “Give the damn phone to Brook, and tell my baby Mora I said wassup.” If no shit was about to go down, she would have chumped Nino’s ass off, but she ain’t have time for that. Handing the phone to him, she turned around in his lap to listen to his conversation with his brother.

“Wessup?” Maurice asked. He loved Nino because he could do shit, and easily hurt people feelings, but he didn’t care. He was the one to break the news to Maurice’s mama saying that Maurice’s dad had died after committing suicide. The shot that Maurice gave him was no good, so he shot himself. “Ya’ll ready?” Nino asked him.

Maurice looked down at Paris and nodded, “Geah, gimme about fortyfive minutes and we gon be there.” Smacking his teeth, Nino replied, “Hurry the fuck up, I got other things to do than hear these bitches whine.” 

Maurice laughed, replying, “Aight.” then hanging up. Paris was on her verge of standing up but Maurice pulled her back down. “Where you goin?”

She rolled her eyes, smiling. “I’m finna go put Zamora in her room.” Maurice shook his head, “Don’t worry bout it, my babygirl sleep. Just keep it down, you know you like to scream.”

Pookie picked Ayden out of his carseat and Jazmine did the same with Zayden. They were almost two years old and all they did was talk. Pookie wished at least one of them was like himself, barely talking, but no. Both of them got the gene from their mother.

“Mommy, I wanna go to gwandma Cee howse.” Zayden said to his mother after she put him on the ground. He wrapped his little hand around her index finger as he stood on both feet.

Jazmine looked down and gave him a weak smile. She was exhausted, only because Pookie took them all out to White Waters earlier. It was going on 7:30 in the evening and she hadn’t had any rest since 7 in the morning. “We’re here, Zay.”

He pulled at her finger and stopped in his tracks. She looked down at his blue eyes and light colored skin. She definitely made pretty kids. “I want to be picked up.”

Pookie looked over at a tired Jazmine as all four of them walked up the stairs of his parent’s house. His wife was strong, but he knew these kids were wearing her out. A part of him wanted to laugh, but he knew she’d give him the silent treatment. He held back his laugh and looked down at Zay. “Leave mommy alone, Zay. She tired.”

Jazmine looked at Pookie and just shook her head. She knew Zay would have busted out crying after what he said, so she just picked him up and stopped in the front of the door. Pookie stepped in front of her and used his key to unlock the front door. Opening it up, he picked Ayden up and stepped into the house with the other two behind him.

He was confronted by the whines and cries of kids when he walked in. “Mama!” Pookie yelled out to his mother, causing Jazmine to cringe. The day was fun while it lasted, now she was suffering from a badass headache.

Pookie looked back and sucked in his teeth, going to kiss his wife’s temple. “I’m sorry, baby. I forgot.” She waved him off as she went to go take a seat on the living room couch. Placing Zayden down beside her on the couch, he hopped right off and ran towards Pookie. 

Kayden put Ayden on the ground and squatted down to their size. He kissed both of his little men on their foreheads, saying, “Go find your aunties and cousins and play with them. Daddy will be there soon.” They both nodded their heads and ran towards where they heard noises: the kitchen area. 

Pookie went and squatted down in front of Jazmine, who laid down on the couch. “You want me to stay here with you?” He asked her and she shook her head, fluttering her eyes close. “No, I’ll be okay. Just hand me some Aleve and water before you go.”

Pookie nodded and gave her a peck, standing up and making his way towards the kitchen. He stepped in, only to see his mama, Cookie, and Tiffany. They always came to his mama when they were having problems or just wanted to talk to her.

“Hey, Kayden.” Cookie and Tiffany said in unison. He waved at the ladies, giving them hugs before going over to his mother, giving her a hug and kiss. “Hey, mama.”

She hugged her son and looked up at the handsome man he had became. She smiled, knowing Marten and herself had come a long way. “Hey, Pookie. You droppin everybody off then going to work?”

He didn’t like using his mama to drop his kids off at now that she had to take care of his new little brother, but she never complained. “Yeah, if you don’t mind.. but, I’m already late, so I’ma get going. Where you keep the Aleve?” He asked, walking over to a cabinet and hoping for the best. 

“It’s in that one.” His mama pointed with the knife she used to cut celery to a nearby cabinet. Pookie opened it and pulled out the medication and grabbed a bottle of water for his wife. He kissed and hugged his mother, giving the same treatment to Cookie and Tiff before turning towards the kids.

He went to the small table that the kids were sitting at and smiled at them. Natasha, the daughter of Cookie and Nino, smiled at him with her chocolate skin curving and both of her little dimples poking out. Martin, his little brother, slept tight in his small crib like seat as Pookie kissed his head. He kissed Natasha, and his kids once more before going back into the living room to see Jazmine midway asleep.

“Here baby,” Pookie shook her awake and handed her what she asked for, “I’ma come back later to pick you all up.”

Jazmine nodded. Deep down, she was scared for her husband. She knew what he was about to do was going to cost him his job, but he didn’t care. His dad was back, and he was leaving back on what he started. Providing for his kids.. so, what’s the point of a job again? “Be safe, baby.”

He smirked at her sudden change in mood. “You know I always am,” Jazmine laughed, shrugging her eyebrows as she popped two Aleve pills. She swallowed them, then felt her husband’s lips on hers. She put her arms around his neck, melting into his warm, plump lips. “I love you.”

Jazmine smiled against his lips, “I love you, too.”

Maurice and Paris had arrived to Paris’ parent’s house an hour later. They knew Nino and everybody else waiting on them was gonna be mad, but both of them were in the best mood they could ever be in. They both got what they wanted from each other, and took a shower after. They couldn’t be more relieved.

Maurice got out of the car and went to the back to get Zamora’s carseat, where she lay hugging and talking to the teddy bear he got her. She couldn’t  string full sentences together yet, but Paris and Maurice knew exactly what she was saying. Paris grabbed all of Zamora’s baby bags, which was about five. She couldn’t leave her daughter with someone without packing up the whole house. 

The couple walked up the stairs together as they reached the top. Maurice pulled out Paris’ keys from her purse, putting it in the doorknob and unlocking it. He opened the door and let his wife step in before he did. Being so tall, Maurice ducked down before going in.

Paris went straight into the kitchen, but Maurice lagged behind as he laughed at Jazmine who was sleeping on the couch, drooling out the mouth and snoring. He would have taken a picture of her, but it wasn’t a time to be childish. He went over to her, squatting down to her size and put his lips next to her ear. “Boo.” He simply said, causing her to suddenly wake up and scream. 

Jazmine jumped, opening her eyes to meet the eyes of her brother-in-law. She grabbed a pillow behind her and tossed it in his face before using her fists to beat his chest, all the while he was laughing. The women and the kids ran into the living room to see what the commotion was. 

Paris laughed, but Cookie and Tiffany began cooing over Zamora. Cleo, Paris’ mother, gave her a salty look, causing her to immediately shut her mouth. She walked over to Maurice and hit him against his shoulder, considering that was the only part of him she could reach. “Don’t be doing that, stupid.” Cleo said, in every hit she gave him.

Maurice hissed at the little thumps she gave him and rubbed his arm. He also handed Zamora to Tiffany, who was basically dragging her out of his hands. Bobby and Tiffany were still together, he just wasn’t ready for a child. He was currently on a radio tour and wouldn’t be back until a full week passed. Tiffany was staying with Cleo, since she didn’t wanna be alone in Bobby’s house.

Cleo kissed Jazmine on her temple. “Go back to sleep, honey. I’ma make sure he don’t mess with you no more.”

Maurice chuckled, but still rubbed his arm. “Geah, I won’t.. but, I know ma don’t want you slobbin on her suede so close yo damn mouth.” Paris covered her mouth and looked down so no laugh could slip out. Jazmine looked at Maurice and rolled her eyes. “If I could cuss right nah, I woulda been cussed you out. I hate yo tall, yellow self.”

Maurice laughed, bending over to give her a hug. “I love you, too, white delight.” She pushed him away from her and clutched her knees into her chest and hugged them. “Move away from me.. ain’t ya’ll pose to be gone anyway. Pookie ain’t gon be waiting all day for ya’ll. And when ya’ll get there, Paris tell Pookie to whoop him up for me.” 

Paris laughed, walking over to Jazmine to give her a hug since she hadn’t earlier. “I had to drop Zamora off,” She turned around and hugged Maurice around his waist, “And, nah.. I got you, Jaz.”

Maurice looked down at her and gasped, “That’s how we kickin it cool, nah Paris?” She nodded her head and he took her arms off of him, walking towards the kids, laughing.

Paris giggled, rolling her eyes. She hugged her mama, “Thanks again, mama. If we come back, I’ll get Zamora.” Cleo hugged her daughter tight, “Don’t talk like that, you gone come back.. all of ya’ll.”

Paris nodded her head and hugged Jazmine again, then went to hug Cookie and Tiffany, who cared more about Zamora than her. Laughing, she rolled her eyes and went to say bye to her nephews. “Bye, Zay.. Aye.” They hugged their auntie and said, “Bye, Auntie Paris.” in unison.

She gave Natasha a hug and kiss, “Bye, auntie.” Natasha said, hugging her neck and giving her a kiss. Paris smiled and went to her little brother, “Bye, Martin.” Shs kissed his forehead and then went back to her baby, where Maurice just got done talking to her.

She lifted her out of her seat and kissed her lips. “I love you, Mora.” Mora just laughed, making her eyes squint close together. “Mommy and daddy will be back soon. Have fun with your aunties and cousins.” Paris gave her a hug, placed her back in the carseat, and gave her another kiss.

Maurice had already opened the front door. “Bye, everyone.” Paris waved back to everybody before stepping out of the door with Maurice behind her.

They made their way downstairs and securely into the car. Maurice looked over at Paris who had bit her bottom lip at his intense stare on her. “You gon be good?” Maurice asked, and she looked at him confused. “Yeah, why?”

Maurice put his key in the ignition and turned on the car. “Cuh this yo first time leavin Zamora somewhere without crying.” He said, bluntly. Paris laughed and rolled her eyes, putting on her seatbelt. The back of her eyes were burning with tears but she wasn’t gon let them fall. She didn’t want Maurice thinkin she was a pussy, because she begged him to go to this with him and she didn’t want him changing his mind.

“Shutup, I’m good.” Paris lied. She missed her baby already. Maurice knew she was lying, only because she wrinkles her nose after everytime she says a lie. He wasn’t gon tell her about that because he didn’t want her to stop doing it. He smiled and leaned over, “Aight, gimme a kiss.”

She shook her head, “I’ll do it later.” She began fanning her eyes, “It’s hot in here, Mar. Let down your window.” Maurice busted out laughing, then pulled out the driveway. She was pathetic at that lying shit. He rolled down his and her window anyway.

Driving the fifteen minute length, he stopped at a broke-down bando. He parked in the back of it, and checked the time. It was going on nine. He opened a glove compartment in the car and pulled out his and Paris’ ski masks. He gave Paris hers and she easily slipped hers on, considering she had cut her hair right below her shoulders a couple months ago. Maurice, on the other hand, still had his head full of hair, but his mother braided it to the back just yesterday, so he put his mask on with ease as well. 

Maurice watched as Paris put on her black gloves and he put his on, himself. She picked up a black handkerchief and wiped the Rock Island Armory her husband gave her earlier in the day. She put it on her waist and waited for Maurice to finish cleaning his Mossberg. “You alright, baby? You ready?” Maurice asked, putting the gun on his waistband.

She nodded her head and lifted up the mouth of her ski mask and puckered her lips. Maurice lifted his up and kissed her longer than necessary. She took her lips off of him first and smiled, pulling her mask down. He did the same and got out of the car, quietly closing the door. Paris closed hers low, too. 

Maurice walked the passage way up to the backdoor of the bando. Paris walked behind him, holding tightly onto his hand. He knocked once, remembering what Nino had told him to do. The slit of the door opened, revealing a pair of eyes. Maurice lifted up his mask to show them who he was, and they opened the door for him and his wife.

He put the mask down and stepped in, holding firmly onto Paris’ hand. He nodded his head at who opened the door. “Hannah.” He was one of Marten’s, Paris’ dad, most trustworthy men in his line of work. So, when Marten started a business in Cali, he had to bring him over.

Hannah nodded his head towards the back, “I know you hear them, they back there.” All Paris and Maurice could hear were screams.. that brought a smile to both of their faces. Maurice started his way towards the noises, taking many twists and turns, and revealing his face to get to the source. It was a short door that even Paris couldn’t walk straight into. Maurice gave it one knock and the eye slit opened, revealing some eyes he had known for the majority of his life. “Who dat is?” Nino asked, deepening his voice and making Maurice smack his teeth. Before he could even say anything, Paris said something. “Nino, open the gotdamn door, ain’t nobody playing with you.” 

Nino gasped, “I wasn’t even talkin to yo yellow ass, guh. You ain’t een pose to be here, don’t you gotta child to take care of?”

“You got one, too. Stop talkin that big boy shit and open the door so I can see whatchu really about.” She let go of Maurice hand and stood in front of him, her ass grazing the front of his pants. If they ever went on another mission like this, she couldn’t wear them tights no more. Maurice always lost his train of thought in her ass. 

The slit on the small door closed, and they heard two locks being unlocked and the door opening. Paris got on her hands and knees and crawled in, and Maurice came in behind her.

Standing up, Paris brushed the dust off of her outfit and hands before looking around and smiling. The room was dark and candles gave it a red glow. It looked like a room where the illuminati made sacrifices, but it wasn’t. This was where Paris looked around to see Camilla and Grapez wearing their orange jumpsuits from prison, chained against a hard, white brick wall. They screamed their little hearts out, only because this was their last day alive. 

Looking to the far right, Paris looked into the eyes of the man she fell in love with. Rios Smith. He was dressed in a tshirt, sweats, and socks, but he wasn’t screaming at all. He just looked at Paris, even though he didn’t know who she was yet. He just stared at her because her ass was outta this world. He told himself if he got outta there, he’d try to see if he could fuck sum.

Paris smirked at Rios, and then turned her attention to her father who sat at the head of the room. He looked at his daughter and smiled. He wasn’t trying to cover her eyes because of what she saw. She grew up around Maurice, so she should have known about this life. “Daddy!” She squealed, running towards him and hopping into his lap. She took off her mask and kissed everywhere around his face.

He chuckled and kissed her temple, “Hey, babygirl. Zamora good?” Paris nodded her head, “Yeah, we took her to your house.”

Marten nodded his head and looked at the sparkle in her eyes. He was glad to know that there was another person, not only himself, who could give her that sparkle. He always knew that she was eventually gonna end up with Brook.. she just needed time to find his path. “Okay. You good?”

She got off his lap and kissed his cheek again, “Fantastic.” She looked beside her dad to see Pookie standing. He had a smirk on his face, happy that they were finally here. He wanted to get it over with so he could check on his wife. Paris wrapped her arms around his waist, lucky to not have messed with the gun, batton, pepperspray, etc. on his belt. He wrapped his arm around her neck and gave his baby sister a hug. “Thanks, Pookie.” She thanked him for risking his job to bring Grapez and Camilla there. He only nodded his head and kissed the top of her head. 

Paris turned around, only to hear Rios gasp. He didn’t know the woman was Paris. Shit.. if he did, he wouldn’t have cheated on her. She had more cake on her than he knew a bitch could get. She had her hair cut, and her skin glowed. She was bad as fuck, and he couldn’t help the boner that started imprinting his pants. He thought he was a good nigga to her.. he didn’t think just one slip up would make her go back and try to kill his ass. Then again, her family had him chained up to a wall. He could believe it now.. they were physco. 

Paris didn’t pay him no mind as she walked over to Maurice. He hadn’t taken his eyes off of Rios since he entered the room. He hated that nigga for everything he put Paris thru, and for that, he was gon be the one to kill him.. so he thought. Maurice took off the mask, revealing to Rios who he was. Seeing Maurice caused Rios to gasp like a little bitch again.

“Shut the fuck up.” Nino said, noticeably irritated. Everyone laughed, except Maurice. He wanted to hurt Rios so bad, but Paris’ arm around his waist finally made him look down. She motioned for him to come down to her height and he did. Whispering in his ear, she said, “These tights don’t just got an effect on you.” Maurice looked at her confused, before looking over at Rios, who was fully erect. They both busted out laughing at their inner joke and that caused Nino to smack his teeth. “Bruh, ya’ll can be lovey dovey some other time. I got shit other than this to do.”

Paris paid him no mind as she stood on her tippy toes and gave Maurice a little peck. She turned around and got down to what she was there to do. She pulled out her gun from her waist and tossed it to Pookie. She didn’t need it after all. Grapez and Camilla had stopped screaming and only cried.

“Grapez, Grapez, Grapez..” Paris said, walking over to her and standing in front of her. “I thought you was a cool ass bitch, you know? I ain’t never expect you jumping me over some shit I ain’t even know. You ain’t even asked me if I knew before you jumped to conclusion.. Mar shoulda killed yo dumbass. How did you even find out?”

Grapez sniffled and slowed her breathing so she could speak. At first, she wasn’t gonna say anything, but then she thought maybe they’ll let her go if she said something. “I was watching basketball with some nigga and I saw the nigga who shot me: Maurice Westbrook. I remembered you talking about him, saying he was your bestfriend, he told you everything and vice versa. I figured he told you he shot me and you just went with the flow..”

Paris nodded her head, “So, that gave you the right to jump me with the bestie..” Paris walked over to the right of Grapez, “Camilla.”

Camilla was a mess, crying her eyes out and snot bubbles coming out of her nose. She looked so disgusting, but this is what Rios liked, right? So she must be attractive. “Hey, doll.” Paris mocked Camilla in that stupid ass voice she always used.

Camilla didn’t say anything, just let tears run down her face with her eyes closed. She heaved up and down and then words came out her mouth, “I’m sorry.” That made Paris laugh.

It actually made Paris hunch over her stomach and laugh out loud. “You sorry? I see that, you are sorry. Everything about you is sorry. What you sorry for? Jumping me? Being a fake ass friend? Hoeing? What? What is you sorry for?” Paris became serious. She wanted to know why this bitch was saying she was sorry.

Camilla cried harder and tried to talk through her pants. “F-f-for hav-having s-s-..”

Paris stopped her right there, “If you finna say for having sex with Rios, then I can stop you right there. I don’t give a fuck about that. He ain’t my nigga, shit, he probably never was. How long did ya’ll have that shit going on, though?”

Camilla closed her eyes and whined louder which irritated Paris. “Shut the fuck up crying and answer my damn question!”

“We started the day after his birthday.” That made Paris’ eyes bug. So, that day that Bobby started fuckin with her at McDonalds, and he said he was being ‘faithful’, he wasn’t.

Paris looked at Rios who had his head down. She just shook her head and looked back at Camilla. “You really ain’t shit.”

She made her way over to Rios and looked up at him. “Getcha head up, lil bitch,” She said, and he did as he was told. He looked in her eyes, trying to give her that sparkle that they once shared.. but she had replaced his sparkle with a new one. “You know I got tired of crying over you, Rios? I tried to stop thinking of you, you were still in my head. I tried killing you, you were still there. Now, we’re here face to face and I just wanna kill you forreal.. but, I got things to resolve.”

She paced in front of him before looking up at him and smiling. “How do I look, Rios?” She asked him, out of the blue. He was taken aback by her question, “What?”

Paris didn’t like repeating herself. She never did. So, she continued to pace until he answered. “Um.. you look good. Hella good.” Paris smiled and stopped in front of him, “I look good, I feel good.. all with the help of you not being in my life. I’m not hurt anymore. I don’t cry anymore. I’m not alone anymore. I’m okay. I gotta baby girl now. Her name’s Zamora, and she looks just like her dad.. my husband. Maurice.. remember him? Of course you do. He gave you that scar right there under your eye.. kinda similar to this one under my chin that one of those bitches gave me. It’s good, though.” She took a deep breath in, then let it out. “I just got some questions.. why did you cheat on me, and was it only with Camilla?” 

Rios didn’t have to think about the answer. He wasn’t gon lie anymore. “Because I just like the feeling of having one girl, and fucking others, just to know I can come back to my girl and kiss & cater to her as much as I want to. And, nah. It was with alotta other girls.. but you were the only one I fell in love with.”

“What the fuck kinda bullshit..” Nino whispered, but everyone heard him. Paris didn’t pay him no mind as she looked at Rios. Was he stupid or what? He can’t love a girl then love fuckin others behind her back. It hurt to know that he actually loved her, but didn’t put forth the effort to show her that he did. She got out of her feelings and asked him the next question, “Do you have HIV?”

Rios looked at Camilla with disgust. He knew he shouldn’t have even fucked with her when she brought herself upon him. Looking back at Paris, he dropped his head. “Yes.” He said, below a mumble. “Did Camilla give it to you?” Paris asked, and he nodded.

“Why did the media say that I had it?” Paris asked him. She wanted to know, because they can’t just up and assume.

Rios looked back up at the woman he fell in love with. He knew he wasn’t going to make it out of the place alive. “Because I told them you did. I thought that since I did, you did, and I thought you’d come crawling back to me since nobody wanted to fuck with a girl who had HIV. I thought Gq was gon dump you on the street, and that’ll make you come back to me.. but I see this nigga din give a fuck you had it.”

Paris bit her bottom lip, holding back tears. She couldn’t cry. Nope. Not in front of Maurice, her daddy, Pookie, Nino.. not even in front of Rios. She didn’t want him thinking that he had her back, because he didn’t. And, after today, he never will. He mentioned Gq’s name, and that gave her a slight smile. Gq and her had made up, and Paris actually found him a good girl. Even though they knew it wasn’t gon be the same again, they became friends. He would come by and visit the family, and she would do the same. They were closer than they were before. She swallowed hard and looked at him. “Well, I ain’t comin back.. I never will.” Turning around, she walked over to Nino. “Give everyone a can of gasoline.” 

Grapez and Camilla started screaming as they started crying again. Paris rolled her eyes and grabbed the can Nino was handing her. She walked over to Grapez while Nino went to Camilla and Maurice, Marten, and Kayden went to Rios. At the exact same time, they sprayed each one of their persons with gas. Grapez screamed the loudest which irritated the shit outta Paris. “Shut the fuck up, these walls is sound proof. Can’t nobody hear yo black ass.” Nino told her, making everyone laugh.

From their heads to their toes, the crew drenched the muhfuckas in gasoline. They all took a step back, smiling at what they had done. Marten draped his arm across Paris’ shoulder and looked down at her. “You ready to blow this bitch up, babygirl?”

She lifted up the matches she picked up near Nino’s seat. “Way ahead of you.”

Before Paris could light it up, Rios yelled. “Wait!” Everyone looked at him, but Maurice only mugged.. the only thing he’s been doing since he walked in. “What?” Maurice asked, annoyance filling his voice.

“Since I know I’m gon die today, I got something to tell Paris.” He announced, which made her cringe. She didn’t wanna know anymore from him. He might say something regarding her life.. more important, Zamora or Maurice’s. She looked at him and he slightly smirked.

“Paris, you the first bitch I ever loved. I don’t fall in love, but damn.. I fell for you. You were the first virginity I took, and I guess I loved the way you trusted me. Since I fell in love with you, I didn’t give a fuck after you tried to kill me. I wanted you and only you. I stalked you and you put a restraining order out against me.. that didn’t stop me from following you. I followed you to the movies that day with Gq.. shit, sat on the same row in the movies with ya’ll. I followed ya’ll into the hospital.. and, after ya’ll left. I went into your Grandma’s room,” Marten’s grasp on Paris tightened so much that she could barely breath. Rios was talking about his mom. “I thought maybe you’d come back to the hospital and make up with me.. probably leave Gq for me. Your grandma was asleep, so I reached behind her and grabbed a pillow. I put it over her face and listened to her screams while-”

Three gun shots was what followed.

Paris closed her eyes shut and buried her face into her father. She could feel her father breathing hard, so she opened her eyes and looked up at him.

He had his gun drawn towards Rios, as well as Maurice and Pookie. Great minds think alike.

Grapez and Camilla screamed their little hearts out while Paris turned her attention to Rios. He was shot twice in the chest and one in the shoulder. That way, he could die slowly. Bullet wounds and burning.

“Light this bitch up.” Marten simply said, taking Paris off of him and going out the front door. Nino made a trail of gas that connected Rios, Camilla, and Grapez’s body to the door. Paris lit up a match and Nino, Pookie, and Maurice left out the house. 

Paris had one foot in the house and one foot out. She connected the flame with the gas, and in no time, a trail of flames was leading to the three bodies. She ran out as quick as possible, but felt herself being picked off the ground. Knowing him so well, she knew it was Maurice. He ran quicker than her and to the getaway car that Nino was driving. He tossed Paris into the backseat and got in after her, screeching of tires being the only thing left behind. Hannah had took Maurice’s car back to Marten’s traphouse.

Nino drove and Pookie sat in the passenger seat. Marten sat in the middle, as Paris and Maurice occupied the back. She hadn’t let one tear fall, only because she was being strong. She was being strong for everybody, especially her grandmother. Rios didn’t hurt her feelings when he said what he said because her grandma told her something bad was gonna happen.. she just never knew what it was. Now she did, and she was glad she got closure with her. 

Everyone sat in silence, lost in their own train of thoughts. Paris looked at her husband. Her strong, handsome husband who had been with her thru thick and thin. Never leaving her side. She couldn’t ask God for someone greater than him because there was no one who could claim that title. She leaned over and gave him a long kiss. This was how she wanted to thank him for everything. Maurice didn’t understand why she was giving her all into this kiss, but he didn’t care. He loved the feeling of her lips on his. “I love you so much, Maurice.”

He shrugged his shoulders and pecked her lips again, “I love you too, baby.”

Paris scooted over until she was in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist, tightly, not wanting to let her go. She leaned up until she was next to her daddy’s ear. “Daddy, are you okay? Please don’t let what he said have an effect on you.”

Marten looked next to him to see the beautiful masterpiece himself and Cleo made together. Just by looking at her, he could see everything she had been through when he left her. He felt bad for going to jail and leaving his girl on her own in the world, but she was strong and she came through. He chuckled to let her know he was good. “Nah, I’m good, baby. I spoke to her before she left, and I’m good. She good. We good.”

Paris yawned, placing her hand over her mouth. “You sure?”

He smiled and kissed her forehead, “Go to sleep, Paris. We’ll be at my house soon.”

Paris nodded and laid back to where her back was on Maurice’s chest. “You take good care of my babygirl, aight?” Marten said, looking at Maurice. He nodded his head, “I always take good care of her and Zamora. My lil girls.” 

Paris turned in Maurice’s grasp, her cheek on his chest. Her mumbling caused Marten and Maurice to smile, and Nino and Pookie to laugh.

“I’m only, and always will be, my DADDY’S little girl.”

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