All Grown Up |Sequel To His Block|

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Deion, Carson, and Diego stood alongside Anthony as they eyed Benzi's lifeless body before them. "You sure Jhenea did this? She so---" Anthony cut Diego off with a nod.

"She did this." He responded. "My girl just killed somebody."He stated outwardly still in shock. "Like she really laid this bitch out cold." Anthony squatted down and smacked Benzi's face a bit.

"Do you even know what happened?" Deion turned to Anthony.

Anthony shook his head no. "They both not speaking. Lamont just got Beylan to the hospital."

"Hospital?"Dieon raised a brow. "Did you inform them to not mention any of this?"

Anthony nodded his head not once detaching his eyes from Benzi's dead body. "She goin' in for labor pains," Anthony informed Deion.

"And where's Jhenea?"She asked.

Anthony analyzed the sight of Benzi's body. The dried blood cached her grey clothing surrounding the wounds Jhenea had inflicted. One of the three shots landed in the center of her stomach, while the other two landed right on her chest. She had died at the loss of blood meaning it was pretty dreadful and painful.

Anthony's brow raised as he squatted down while reaching his hand out to cautiously touch Benzi's midriff area.

Carson knew exactly what Anthony was doing, the nerves and endless curiosity already crowded his mind. His bottom lip stuck in between his perfectly align teeth punctured causing the iron taste of blood to drip onto the bristles of his tongue.

Anthony's pointer finger pressed down onto the side of Benzi's stomach causing blood to ooze out of the wound.

Looking up to Carson, he sighed. "It's not there no more. It's gone."

Carson nodded his head before turning away and walking towards the back. He left Diego and Deion in an utter state of puzzlement not really understanding what he and Anthony were speaking on.

"I need an explanation."Deion ran her hands through her hair. Early morning at 3 AM she found herself at the center of a club looking down at a dead body that she was giving a rough autopsy on. This is what came when she defended that fast life, so it wasn't really a problem. What she really thought of as a problem was the fact that Anthony wanted her involved with everything he had going on, however she was left out in the dark on a lot of things. In order for her to be able to harbor him in a safety net and away from the legal system, she had to know the ins and outs of everything he had going on. Being a dirty lawyer came easily to her. She had seen and done some crazy ass shit, but so far, Anthony has been the most hectic.

Standing up at his proper height an entire foot above her, he grabbed a sanitizing wipe to diminish the trail of blood he had on his hands. "She was pregnant with Carson's kid, but now she's not. We don't know what the fuck she did with that baby."

"Abortion?"Diego suggested with a shrug.

Anthony ran a stressing hand down the features of his face. "She was way too far along."He informed him.

"Then where the fuck is the baby?" Deion contorted her face into bewilderment.

Anthony shrugged his shoulders. "I don't fuckin' know. This shit cannot be fucking happenin' right now man. This becomin' too much."He huffed out a breath of air.

"First off, straighten out. This is not the time for your knees to be buckling. You have a dead girl in the middle of your establishment and you got one hell of a lawyer right in your face. Stop worrying about things, I have it all covered."Deion was very confident that she would have everything handle in the mist of a week. She just needed all the information she asked for and a stress-free client. The more stressed out you are the more likely the chance of you blabbing your mouth and that was her biggest nightmare.