The Cover Up

~07~

*Chris's P.O.V*

I ain't proud of a lot of things I've done. Especially when it comes to women. Aniyah deserved better than the way things ended between us. At least now everything was out in the open. No more secrets. No more pretending.

I leaned back in the passenger seat and stared out the truck window. Kayla was in the hospital carrying my child. My child. Just thinking about it made my stomach twist. I should've been there. Checking on her. Making sure she was okay. But instead, I was headed to another drop.

Another job.
Another risk.

The crazy thing was, if Kayla never would've gotten pregnant, I probably would've stopped dealing with her months ago. The night we met was the same night one of my closest friends got killed.

I was hurt.
Angry.
Lost.

And Kayla was there.

She listened.
Comforted me.

One thing led to another. The next thing I knew, I was trapped in something I never wanted. Now there was a baby involved.

"Yo, you straight?" Maurice asked.

I blinked and looked over at him.

"You been quiet this whole ride."

"I'm good."

"You don't look good."

I sighed.

"Let's just get this over with. I got another run later tonight."

Maurice laughed.

"Man, all you gotta do is hand him the bag and collect the money."

"Yeah, yeah."

I opened the truck door.

"I know what I'm doing."

The second my feet hit the pavement, something felt off. The parking lot was too quiet. Too empty. The guy we were supposed to meet wasn't there. I looked around. Then my phone started ringing. Kayla's mom. My stomach dropped. I answered immediately.

"Hello?"

The crying on the other end made my blood run cold.

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Cory's P.O.V.

My head was pounding.

Between the drinking, my hand hurting, and everything with Aubrie, I felt like complete garbage. I called Kya because she has always there for me. Honestly? I just needed somebody to talk to.

Nothing more.
Nothing less.

The doorbell rang. Finally. I got up from the couch and opened the door.

"Kya."

She smiled.

"Hey."

Something felt strange immediately. Maybe it was the way she looked at me. Maybe it was the way she walked inside. I couldn't put my finger on it. Before I could even close the door, she grabbed my shirt and kissed me. Hard. I immediately pulled back.

"Kya, stop."

She ignored me.

"Cory—"

"No."

I stepped away.

"I didn't call you over here for that."

Her smile disappeared.