Chpt. 38

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·A week later, January 2035·
Jacob's Pov🎀

During the past couple of days, I've been very

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During the past couple of days, I've been very...active on my social media.

Og_Jac0b: hoes will be hoes ig

Og_Jac0b: they wonder why I'm cold now.

Og_Jac0b: @Andre246 you know what you can have that hoe man. But come by my way again yo👌🔫

Og_Jac0b: that nigga a bitch^, he aint gone respond. He might not see his kid that bitch having by em tho

·Later that same week·
📍Mia's house

"You miss papa, I know you do" I talked in my baby voice, watching my daughter smile in my arms.

"So how are you doing?" Mia asked.

"On what exactly?"

"I know about the...lash out.." she said.

"Of course you do" I said in a snarky tone to be smart.

"Aye. Don't get mad at me. I didn't break your heart remember"

I sighed. "I don't wanna talk about the situation...I'm already pissed off by that nigga now" I placed Tiara in her swing again.

"Why? What did he do now?"

"He think I'm a B. I. T. C. H....and he keep playing with me" I snapped, getting frustrated by the shit he posted too.

"Jacob calm down please"

"Mia I'm fine. I just need to...deal with him" ...on God I wanted him dead.

"Oh no, please don't get into that"

"Well...I think it's a little too late for that. I threatened him on social media, but trust me..... a got a few bullets in store, just for him too. Some big ones" I smiled.

"This is dangerous Jacob, God forbid if you get hurt"

"I ain't Mia, damn" I assured her.

"I hope not..."

*Phone Dings*📲

I looked down at my phone and looked right back up after reading the short text message from Duke.
"Well I'm going out"

"Where?" She questioned me.

"Just to the new sports bar that opened up with my friend Duke. Nothing dangerous for right now" I smirked.

"Oh. Please be careful okay"

"I will" I said, kissing my baby girl before leaving out.

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