From the CA. (YG FANFIC)

"You sure?" Keenon asked me, looking from me to the church. He insisted that he should come with me to my mothers viewing, and even tho I told him over ten times that I was cool on going alone, he came anyways. I wasn't mad, it made me feel somewhat good on the inside the he actually cared.

His big hands took hold of mines while we entered the silent church, one thing about my mama is she loved her some church. The pastor started to come over to us, feeling keenon tense up he prolly felt weird as hell entering the house of the lort with tattoos, and all the other crap he did. "Relax." I squeezed his hand, letting it go once the pastor got to us.

"Must be Kimberly's daughter. Zarielle." I shook his hand telling him that I was her daughter. He lead us to the back of the church where the my mothers still body layed, in the beautiful casket that I'd picked out some weeks ago. Yeah, it felt so unreal that moms is gone but with the man that I love around he keeps me stable from going out of control.

"She looks beautiful." Smoothing out her exspensive chanel set, that had been smoothed out enough. It was another way to Just touch her hands again, one tear slipped getting taken away from keenon's thumb. For about an hour we talked about when her service would be, choosing saturday.

Leaving out the church, we got in my car then sped off to my mothers house, I needed some things from the house, since I'd be staying with him for most likely one long ass time, I didn't get it as to why his ass hadn't asked me to move in with em yet. I anit rushing shit but, damn keenon.

Or maybe, I am rushing. oh, fuck I don't know.

Opening the door I was greeted by shit loads of mail. I bet half of them are bills, I'm unsure if I should keep my mother house. Did she want me to have it.. but, she would be fucking nuts leaving this all to chi who never even came to see her the night she died. I mean bruh, you could have came to say hello.

Going up to my room, the suitcases still remained the same like I left them, actually the whole damn, room never had been touched which is wierd. That day crazy ass came over destroying shit, I never bothered to check my room. I got all my shit then bounced on the walk back to the car Gotti mugged the hell out of me.

"Aight, I been down thea later." Keenon quickly hung up the phone then put it back. So, where he think he going at tonight?

"Plans." I questioned him. He better try again thinking he's coming out to be with those homies of his. Im not one of those bitches that always have their man locked up from the outside, or never can chill with his niggas. But, with the things that we kind of created this month nah keenon.. Iont think you'll be going out anytime soon my brotha.

"No." He answered. It sound like the truth, an I wanted to believe it was. Why can't he gimme the real answer? I seen, and heard, with my own fucking two. I dropped it getting out the car now that we were home, keenon grabbed my things. I fell back onto the couch noticing how exhausted I was.

"I love you." I told keenon giving him that bright smile I hadn't done in an while. Y'know that pit forming in yo stomach? when yo ass nervous ashell when you do or say some shit? Im on that tip right about now. This would be the first time saying those three letters. And if his shitty ass won't return it that's cool.

unless he want his dick served to him.. Imma be real cool. I told him alot, been through alot with him. I deserve it.

"I luh you too ugly." Keenon said laying beside me on the couch. Just like that I got happier than ever. He kissed all around my face, then lastly my lips. Two minutes into the kiss we deepend our movements, with my legs on each side of his keenon's fingers slipped in my shirt getting hold on my breast. I started to un-buckle his designer belt then stopped.

"Oh, yo ass wrong fo doing this shit to me zarielle. Done got me all hard, nshit." He yelled from the downstairs as I got up going to the bathroom. I love me A good teasing game.

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Keenon's pov.

I oughta tear ha ass up for the troubles I got put through lastnight. Had me thinking A nigga gone get him some good ass pussy. Turns out she curved on me. Putting on my sweats I chucked the towel across the room. Making it to the best part of my house, the kitchen babygirl was whipping up some shit.

"Morning baby." She said, as I kissed her lips smacking her ass afterwards. Staring at her really made me get to the point that without her what my ass gone be? Visiting her momma in the hospital showed me that witout this girl, on my side fuck I'm gone do. Zarielle really is A good woman, it's been two good months minus the bullshit. Around her, she make sure my fucking head on straight.

What more can A nigga ask for.

I rubbed my hands together seeing about four pankcakes stacked, bacon, grits and some eggs. She was dressed in the biggest tshirt that stopped to her knees she be looking good in my damn, clothes rock them jawns better than I do.

"To fucking good." I said pointing to the breakfast zarielle smiled that beautiful smile, going back to her own. We finished everything I took our plates washing them.

"Bae, I wanna go on our first official date you know we haven't gotten around to that yet." Zarielle Jumped on the counter swinging her short legs. I stood between them talking to her about the date. I needed to step my game up too, spoil her give er the finer things in life. Cause in this lifetime all she got so far is hell.

"Coo tonight, Imma have one of my best stylist come get you sexy for me." Grasping on her hips she started to get goofy and shit. For some minutes we talked about it, then did our things. I had to be out downtown LA real quick with Kdot to make some final business with zari's sister. I got some things out of her the hard way, learing that her dad was the start of the problem.

I knew that I was creating another hole for myself keeping this from zarielle. But, she didn't need to know about nomore shit.. her and I split once cause of that Jeezy, and VJ bullshit. And this fucking time it anit gone be over her sister. I put the white shirt over my neck then grabbed my gun heading out the door.

I exited out the car, then dapped Kdot, and our connect Derrick. As usual bitches pranced around, in either bikins.. or naked. We got up to the business room seeing chianna walking around the room, looking bored out her mind. Since she gave some details out to Kendrick, and I we came to trust her A little.

But, trust is an big word.. and that's something I never do is Trust.

"Miami prolly fucking misses me, suprised none of the girls at onyx have sent out missing file reports." She whined, maybe wishing that I would let her fucking ass free. All I need is some answers, then BOOM.. she done.

"You shake yo ass for dollars, you think someone giva shit about chu." I spoke truthfully, lighting the blunt. Kendrick bust out laughing, I anit find shit amusing it's the truth she need to face that fucking fact.

"Sit the fuck down." Chianna rushed over to the chair, unsure on what my next move was.

"I understand that zarielle real pops, the biggest drug lord out new york.. right?" One of the girls from downstairs came over to me handing over some files that they'd got on George Collins. The nigga I met was Just an cover up that her moms used, turns out Kimberly only wanted zari to be safe. So they moved around, while she was young they settled on compton where her momma took in Chianna.

This shit was wrong but, I had to get to get to the bottom of this.

For her.