"Nem & Nem" I mumbled, kissing right up on her cheek.
She jerked and grunted, and I pulled her up under me. "I'm bothering you?"
She started crying, and I tapped Khass. "We want titty"
Khassidy rolled over towards us and sat up. "You are all up in her face, Rakim"
"You have your bonding time in the womb, and with your milk machines. She gotta learn to miss me"
I sat up, and pulled her up with me, laying her across the pillow with Khassidy.
Khass supported her head. "Hi, twinnnn" She cooed.
"She looks just like you already, that's not even fair" I said.
"Rocky looks just like you. You have yours, and I have mine"
"That don't got nothing to do with you" I laughed, and she shot me a look.
"Unnecessary"
"Daddyyy" A soft slapping at the door made me get up.
Nemiah opened her eyes a little and peaked at me, making me smirk. "She already getting the hang of it"
I opened the door, and he held his arms up for me.
I lifted him up, and he wrapped his arms around my neck and dropped his head down on me.
Nemiah was falling asleep already.
I sat down on the bed and Rocky peered over my shoulder before getting off of me.
The first time he saw his sister, she was in a box, but this time, he would be able to get up close and personal.
"Daddy, gip" He handed me a Winnie the Pooh blanket.
"Say gift" I said.
"Gip" He said blankly and crawled over to Nemiah.
"Thank you Rocky for the blanket. She's going to love it" Khassidy said.
"WayWay?" He inched closer to Nemiah's head.
"Small girls aren't called Raven. Your aunt's name is Raven"
"Mommy?" He asked his little sister.
I laughed. "No, her name is Nemiah. Your sister"
He blinked. "Siser. Sissserrrrr"
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I dapped up Dex while cleaning off my gun. "Long time no see"
"It was a healing process. But I'm on a mission for revenge now" Dex said.
"That's yours then." I pointed to a gun. "Pick it up"
Miles walked over to us. "How you livin'?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
That nigga was too sketchy for me.
The fact that he could just rob a bank and exclude the niggas that helped him rubbed me the wrong way.
I didn't share my money either, but that was his plan from the beginning.
Who knows what else he was cooking up.
I had been on high alert now that Dianna's dead, and I even found myself questioning Khassidy.
Not to her face though.
Definitely not to her face.
This was my first time away from her, and I definitely missed them already.
I don't think Khassidy was moving out still. She spent most of her time in bed, recovering.
And I've been a good boy.
I just get fucked up thinking about Dianna sometimes.
Between Dianna being 6th street, and Raven sitting with a bullet wound in her, I was hot.
"We gotta go before Rich comes back. He not gonna let me do what I want to do." I said, and put a couple guns in the car.
If I got caught in a car with this stuff, it would be a wrap for me.
"Come on then. Let's go."
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"Lean back" I said. "Have your guns ready, but don't put them up to the window remember that we in broad daylight, so I hope y'all brought y'all masks"
They'd know it was us anyways.
Actually they wouldn't at first because we stole this car from around 6th Street.
They would be used to seeing the car.
"We shooting niggas, and any bitch that's 'bout it." Dex said. "We done with this a-tit for a-tat shit.
"We all in" Miles said.
"Exactly" I agreed.
The shootings two and three streets over was us too.
Perfectly timed so no one would have to do anything.
"We need to shoot kids too, cause they the ones growing up hating us. Like it's not my fault yo daddy was a bitch Little Timmy."
"Shhh" I ran my hand along my gun as we turned the corner, music blasting.
I let them niggas know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride tonight
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up
We drove up on some fools and bullets rang out, busting windows, setting off car alarms, and shooting niggas.
We just might murder the whole neighborhood.
Ain't no beef nomore.
I could hear what sounded like an echo, but wasn't.
It was our crew again, on other streets.
A nigga I recognized from school sitting on the porch stood up and ran into a house.
We sped up, and was just just firing round after round into the door, busted windows, and upstairs.
We started doing that with everybody, and then sped off once we were satisfied.
Blood dripped down out of bodies into the sewers.
Somebody started shooting at us, but we kept it pushing, swerving and sweating.
"I'm hyped up!" Dexter said. "Fuck them fools. I ain't shot a bullet in forever. We gotta figure something else out. That's not all we gonna do."
A car honked at us and sped past us, inviting us to race.
It was our team too.
"We fuckin' with some clown ass niggas! If we don't fuckin' race them. Go 'head Moonie!"
Moonie laughed and stomped on the gas. "Aight, bitch"
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If you didn't know already, I published another ASAP book titled 'Tenaciou$' and would really appreciate it if you all checked it out. It has five chapters already ❤️.
