Affiliated

Chapter Nine: The Truth

Shakur

"Shakur Get up. We have to go grocery shopping!" I sat up to see my fiancé standing in front of me. She had on a floor length dress and sandals.
"You look nice."
"Thanks now get dressed." She walked out our room door. I got up and went to the shower. I took a shower and then I dressed in cargo shorts and a polo shirt. I went downstairs.
"Good morning baby."
"Good morning." I tried to kiss her but she swerved me.
"Damn I can't kiss you?"
"Hell no." I was about to ask what's wrong but then I realized she hasn't had breakfast yet. That's how she acts when she has ate.
"Come on I'll buy you breakfast."
"Ooh can I get Bojangles!" We left. I stopped to bojangles for breakfast then we went to Walmart. I pushed the cart down the isle and Malaysia threw stuff in the cart.
"Baby I can't reach it."
"Let me help you." Some dude reached over her and grabbed the cereal she wanted.
"Malaysia?"
"Christian." Who the hell is christian? He better back away from my fiancé I know that much.
"I have seen you since-"
"Yeah I know I've been kinda busy."
"Oh I see." He looked at me then Malaysia's pregnant belly.
"Christian this is my fiancé Shakur. Shakur this is Christian."
"Well it was nice meeting you but we're kinda busy so we need to go. Come on babe." I grabbed Malaysia's hand and pulled her down the isle. I ain't gonna lie. I'm a little pissed at Malaysia for not telling that dude to back the hell up off her.
"Shakur you can let me go now." I dropped her arm and we finished our shopping in silence. We ended up buy two carts full of stuff and a grill. We piled all the groceries in my 2018 Lincoln Navigator.
"We gotta make a stop before we go home."
"Ok." Malik, Myles and Melvin wanted us to meet at their dads house. Malaysia needs to talk to her dad. Especially since he helped us buy our house. We pulled up to the gate.
"Why are we here?"
"You need to talk to your dad."
"No I don't. I'm not talking to him."
"Baby please."
"No."
"Malaysia he helped us-"
"I don't care. Let him take it back. I don't care."
"Malaysia."
"We got frozen stuff in the back."
"This will only take a little while."
"Fine." We went through the gate and down the drive way. We went inside the house.
"Hey princess."
"I'm not your princess anymore. Now what do you want?"
"Malaysia I'm trying."
"Take me home. I don't want to be here." Malaysia said directly to me.
"Malaysia why do you have so much built up hate towards dad?" Malik asked her.
"Fine you want to know why I have so much built up hate towards you. You were always so overprotective of me. Hiring all these men to protect me but they were the ones you should have been protecting me from. First time it happened I was 14 years old. You were out doing something and my so called body guard molested me so many times I lost count. Another time I was around 17 and one of your workers came into my room and raped me. And where were you? Nowhere to be found. You kept me locked in this house like a prisoner so you could supposedly keep me safe but this house was the only place I didn't feel safe." A tear fell from Malaysia's eye. I've never seen Malaysia cry in front of anyone. Her dad tried to hug her but she pushed him away.
"You know why I hate you. Can I go now?"
"Malaysia I'm sorry-"
"It's too late for that." Tear were running down her eyes but she still tried to hold it in.
"Malaysia."
"Let's go." She walked out of the house. I followed her. She got in the car and so did I.
"Why didn't you tell me any of that?"
"Why would I tell you?"
"Malaysia before we started dating we were best friends and we told each everything. How come you left this out?"
"Do you think it's easy to just talk about being raped? It's not! If I had a choice I would have took that secret to the grave with me. You have no idea how it feels! I feel powerless and scared. I hate feeling like this Shakur."
"You're right I don't know how you feel right now." I didn't know what to say in this moment. I drove home.
"You go inside I'll bring the groceries in." I kissed her cheek. She went inside. I brought all the bags in and Malaysia helped put them up.
"At least the ice cream didn't melt." She stayed silent. Malaysia went upstairs after we put the groceries away. I sat on the couch and turned the tv on. Malaysia came back downstairs. She sat on my lap.
"You wanna talk now."
"No just hold me."
"Can we talked about something other than your family? Like our wedding?"
"Sure."
"You want a big or small wedding? I want a huge wedding."
"Small. Really small."
"Why?"
"I just don't want a big wedding." My phone started ringing. I answered it.
"Yo?"
"We found that nigga that was stealing our shit. We need you to take care of him."
"I can't. I'm with my girlfriend."
"Nigga nobody gives a fuck you screwing the bosses daughter. Leave that hoe and get over here now."
"Man Ight." I'm gonna beat his ass for disrespecting my girl.
"I gotta go."
"Why?"
"You know why."
"I'm sick of this stupid ass job. I'm going to take a nap. Don't bother coming into our room tonight."
"Malaysia I'm not sleeping on the couch."
"Yes you are. Now go to work." She went upstairs. I left for work. I pulled up to the trap. I went inside and went to the basement.
"I'm sick of you niggas stealing from us and then I gotta take care of it. Taking me away from my family. What do you got to say for yourself?" This nigga was crying and pleading for his life.
"I'm sorry. My bills were due. They were gonna put me and my daughter out-" I grabbed my gun.
"Nigga maybe I'd believe that if you stole some money. You stole a hell of a lot of coke."
"Come on man. Don't you have a daughter on the way. You gotta understand."
"Don't ever bring up my child ever in yo life! Which is about to end." I put the gun to his head.
"Don't do this please." I shot him killing him instantly.
"Somebody clean this shit up." I walked back upstairs. I walked up to Mook bitch ass. I punched him.
"If you ever disrespect my girl again I will end you."
"Shakur come to my office." I went to Marco's office.
"What?"
"What was all that commotion I just heard?"
"I punched Mook bitch ass for disrespecting Malaysia."
"First Of all calm down. How did he disrespect Malaysia?"
"He called her out of her name."
"You good Shakur."
"Malaysia and I had a fight. Nothing major."
"Seems pretty major if affecting your work."
"It's nothing. Couples fight. I gotta go."
"Actually I need you to do something for me."
"What is it?"
"Go check on them hoes in the back and make sure they not stealing my shit. Then you can go home and take care of my little girl."
"Ight." I went to the back.
"Hey Shakur." I didn't speak to any of them hoes.
"Hey daddy." This bitch had a nerve to touch me.
"Bitch don't fucking touch me."
"Shakur you was not saying that the other night."
"One that was weeks ago and don't act like it was anymore than what it was. You just sucked my dick. And you bet not go running ya mouth to my girl. I'll kill your ass. Now get back to work." Malaysia was gone and I had needs. I was high and she was all up on a nigga so I let her give me head. I went my ass home. Malaysia won't let me in the room so I got a pillow and Blanket and laid on the couch. I carried my ass to sleep because I know I gotta go make some money in the morning.

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