Paris POV
Two years later
It's been 2 years, 2 motherfuckin years and I haven't heard from Jayceon. Once he had that hoe in his house beating on my son, and I took King to my house. Jayceon called and asked have I seen him I replied no. I did but I wanted to be petty. No missing person report, no fliers, no nothing he gave up looking for my baby. The word on the street he strung out on drugs and running around town with that hoe Jackie but that none of my business. I've started my own fashion line, I own a couple of clubs in New Orleans, Atl, and Miami. My new man is an entrepreneur and he makes damn good money, he makes me happy and King happy and that's all that matters. I was caught off from my thoughts when I heard King ask me where is his dad.
"Baby, mommy doesn't know. Only God does!" I replied that's all he been asking lately
"Why did he leave me all alone" he asked
"I honestly don't know that either only he does. You make sure you pray for your daddy to come back in your life, okay love?"
"Okay mommy I really do love you and thanks for coming into my life" he said kissing my cheek. I don't think he remember what Jayceon and that girl did to him and I don't plan on reminding him. No one knows but me, Jayceon, Jackie, and Brooklyn.
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Here's a little something; something to start the sequel. I hope you guys like it.. I personally don't like sequels but this one will have SOOOO MUCHHH DRAMA!!
~Dess💕
