Get Up 10

Chapter 88- Moonlight

Omniscient
3am

Saint Josiah sat up all night watching Ambrosine sleep. He couldn't wrap his mind around her attacker being minutes away and being okay with doing nothing.

Slipping out of bed he picked up where he left off at before she brought him back.

He threw on nearby clothes before kissing her lips and creeping out the house and into his range.

On his arrival to home he switched into clothes for prayer. Laying out his mat he prepared to ask for forgiveness. This lasted for ten minutes.

Saint is far from perfect and he knows that but this was something that couldn't be set aside. His family was all he had.

He rose up and reentered his room throwing on all black. Placing his .40 in his waist band, he made sure to also have a silencer on.

He hopped in his Range and sent a text to Trent, Jah, Nav and Dre that was coded off a burner. The text stated that he was handling business and if anything happened to hold the family down. They immediately responded confused trying to call him but he turned off the phone. He didn't think any of them would be up at this time.

Pulling off he headed towards the location.
He made sure not to park nearby. He parked his car back at Ambrosine's house and walked on foot. In New York time 12 minutes can actually be 5 if you put a pep in your step. He stared at the house on last time before walking off.

Finally finding the house he saw all lights were off. Making sure not to alarm anyone he snuck through the back doorstep after picking the lock. Removing his gun from his waist band, he crept through the house slowly. He stopped in the kitchen to grab salt before avenging Ambrosine. The stairs made a creaking noise. He began to move at a quicker pace.

He could hear power playing from a room and knew it was this nigga. He had no clue who he was about to face but he was ready.

' I'm about to shower then finish this power shit, hit my line if anything blood." An unfamiliar voice spoke on a FaceTime call.
He smirked. He definitely won't be finishing power was all he thought.

The shower began to run and he heard a door shut. He opened the door examining the messy room and was disgusted that some dirty nigga put hands on his lady.

As he crept the door of the bathroom open he didn't realize that Ambrosine's attacker who's street name is Rocko, grandmother was witnessing him enter the bathroom from the bedroom door that he never shut.

Boy was he in for a surprise of a lifetime.

Entering the steamy bathroom he stood clear of being seen. He stood behind the opposite side of the shower that Rocko's back was turned to.

The shower stopped.

Rocko's grandmother stood with her back against the wall that was near the bathroom door with her heart pounding fast.

She knew something chaotic was about to happen.

Rocko grabbed a towel that was nearby and a wrapped it around his waist before getting out.

Wiping the steam mirror, he was now visible ultimately startling him. His eyes widened and he turned to face Saint with both hands raised. Before he could even fully turn around Saint pulled an ice pick from the back of his pocket and slid it down his back. He poured the salt down his back.