A Beautiful Mess

Twenty Two

Zyale (Twenty Two)

“So, who’s London?” Loraine cooed.

“Nobody.” I replied bluntly.

“Really? Because there’s a whole buncha hearts by her name!” Loraine shouted, “I was going to give you the biggest drug breakthrough! You’re lucky if I don’t tell my dad what’s happening! I been stealing packs of his drugs for you! That shit ain’t easy Zyale.”

“I’m sorry Loraine, I swear she ain’t shit. That’s my ex matta fact! I just forgot to remove them hearts.” I lied my ass off, London is my world, I just wanna support my family and I can’t get an honest living because of my criminal record.

 

“Oh, it’s okay baby. Sorry for going off.” She pouted.

“It’s alright.” I huffed.

“But can you prove she ain shit to me?” She grew a devious smile.

 

I bit my lip, “yeah, call her…” My heart rate quickened. London does not take this shit lightly!

“Alright,” she clicked her name and it rang, on the fourth rang I pulled out my gun.

“Drop the phone!” I growled, “you definately are not going to be the one to destroy my family!”

“Family?!” She wailed.

“Damn right! Where the drugs at?” I  pressed it in her back.

“Oh my god! It’s under the bed!” She panted.

“Get  it then!” I pushed her on the ground. She groaned in pain and soon came out a black duffel bag.

 

“Thank you” I cocked the gun back.

“Wait! Zyale, I’m pregnant with your seed! Please, let our child live.” She begged.

“Playing the pregnancy card, huh? Nah, it don’t work like that.” I placed on a silencer and shot her twice making sure that ‘seed’ her stomach was gone too. I grabbed the drugs and set the boiler on fire, the heat was tearing my insides up, then the stove, and threw down the microwave. Peace out!

 

I walked out the back door and cut through four backyards so it looked as if I was exiting a different yard.  In the distance the house was spitting flames. Oh well.

 

I chucked the drugs under that passenger seat and sped off. I need to change before going home because London will definitely be suspicious of my ass. I checked my phone and decided on not calling London back because I know she’ll find a way to kick my ass through this phone.

 

I chuckled at the thought. My London feisty. I love her to death but our two worlds just can’t meet. My drug life won’t kill what I cherish. My daughter and London and our new addition…  

 

I pulled up at my old apartment and ran inside. I picked a black short sleeved top, grey sweats, and some Nikes. Then stripped of all my clothes that reeked of smoke and tossed them in the garbage but not after burning them then blasting on the sink water to tame the flames. You can never be too careful in my line of business.

 

I turned on the shower and scrubbed the soot off of me, making sure no black marks were left. I dried, lotioned, sprayed cologne, brushed my teeth, and skimmed my waves. I winked at my reflection and dodged out of there.

 

I glanced at the clock and it was six eighteen. “Alright” I muttered to myself, pulling off in my car heading back to London’s palace. It’s bigger than Tyga’s house. London is now the head of two talent agencies down here in Atlanta. She makes money left and right. I hate that I can’t make an honest living like that…

 

Once I got in I typed in the password that unlocked the black gate and drove in, the gate’s metal bars shutting everyone else out. I slightly turned and parked by the fountain.

 

The white doors opened and out popped London, “Hey baby, you okay? I been ringing ya up.” She slightly frowned.

 

Ring? Ring? Ring!

 

I swiftly moved into the passenger seat and into the dashboard. Pulling out a small white box. “Sorry babe, had to handle some…stuff, ya know?” I walked up to her. “Yeah, I guess.” She encased her arms around my waist.

 

“I go something for you ma” I kissed her lips.

“And what’s that boo?” She smiled.

“Close your eyes, gimme ya hand”

 

She did as told, biting her lip in anticipation. I grinned and opened the box, bringing out a 14.2 diamond carat ring. I slipped it on her left ring finger and she slowly opened her eyes.

“Oh my god! Baby!” She jumped on me, closing her legs around my waist and arms secured to my neck. I rested my hands on her butt and kissed her repeatedly. “I love you” She whispered in my ear, wiping her face.

 

I placed her down and wiped the rest of her tears. “I love you too London-Poo!” I tickled her getting an immediate reaction. She fell onto the couch and pushed me away, “sttooop!” She whined causing a grin to spread across my face. “Alright, alright” I gave up.

 

“Daddddyy!” Jada squealed running into my arms.

“Yes princess?” I kissed her chubby cheeks

“Can we go to get me a scooter?”

“You already have two, Jada” London interjected.

“Fine! I wanted a purple one. But nooo! Can we go swimming?” She asked with hopeful eyes.

“What’s the temperature, Zyale?” London asked.

“Eighty five”

“Alright, let me change her. But when you come in you are showering!” London carried her upstairs.

 

My phone buzzed and I read the text from an unknown number: You killed the daughter of a drug lord. I was there, but if you want your secret to be kept. Meet me here…

 

The address and time was added in a different text

I think life is getting better and I fall right back…