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Desean

"I don't know shit bruh!! Why is you fuckin wit-"

"Hit em again Rico" I instructed unphased, letting Rico get some boxing practice in. He landed a lethal combo to the face and body of some youngblood who was screwing dutch over. Or so he thought. Dutch found out and of course called in his best man to...take out the trash. This lil nigga made me have to get out the bed in the middle of the night which I don't mind for now, as long as I can get back before Parris wakes up; but Marc here was making that look like a long shot, it was already light coming through the glass block windows. He was barley holding it together but by now I'm sure he was ready to talk at any moment.

"So you don't know what happened to the 5 stacks worth of heroine Dutch fronted you? That's what you telling me"

"I don't know no Dutch and I don't sell Heroine" he groaned.

"Rico" again Rico hit em with some combos.

"C'mon man. You really think we don't know who you are. Marc Branson. Twenty -two with...two kids" I chuckled reading from the file Saint had pulled up on him for me.

"Two baby mamas too huh" I got up on his face.

"You love your baby mamas don't you Marc? Especially Marissa here. 1st baby moms is always special right. You wouldn't wanna leave her all alone out here would you"

"Man shit up about my girl bro. How you know all this shit"

"Aye don't worry bout all that. I'm asking the questions here. Rico" Rico followed orders and a loud thud echoed from off Marc's stomach makin him cough and spit blood onto the floor.

"Look Marc" I walked over to the boy and grabbed his hair to pulled his head back up so he could see me.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. I prefer the easy way cuz see, I was in bed with my girl, and you fuckin my shit up. Now I'd like to get back I'm sure you know how that is. I'm sure Marissa don't like when you leave her in the middle of the night either does she?"

"I asked you a question Marc"

"Nigga fuck you!"

"Aight then. Rico bring out my tools" Rico did as instructed and came back pushing a tray with various blades, pliers, hammers..things that'll make someone talk. I grabbed my favorite; a branding iron with the word THIEF, made special for niggas like Marc who not only needed a lesson but a reminder of where they fucked up. Usually I wait til the end for this but Marc was wasting my time and I had a feeling he was going to die before he would speak.
I handed the iron to Rico and he went to hold it under a torch.

"Marc. I don't wanna do this to you man. You can tell me what happened or this is gonna get bad. Real bad"

"I told you I don't know shit" he said nervously. His eyes shifted over to Rico heating the iron. I could see the sweat beading on his head.

"Yea that shit gon burn like a muhhfucka. Not to mention it's permanent"

"Bruh stop. I dont know anything. If I did I would tell you"

"Nigga why you lying. Just speak up. The consequences will be much lighter. I know you wanna get out of here and see your kids bruh. Don't make me do it" I spoke, sensing the breakdown coming with every second Rico heated the iron. He turned off the torch and the backwards writing flowed bright red. The closer Rico got the more smoke you could see seething off the Iron.

"I know you see that Marc. Last chance"

"I dont know nothing man. Don't fuckin touch me with that shit!" He yelled as Rico came closer and closer. Unable to defend himself with tied arms he damn near tipped the chair over trying to get out but Rico still persisted.

"Ok! Ok! Fuck!! It's gone man. It's gone I sold it" he said breathing heavy, relaxing his head on the concrete floor as Rico backed off.

"Where's the money at then?"

"It's gone too man. I'm sorry I got bills to pay I got two kids nigga you know that shit!"

"I mean that's all good but why you ain't just pay Dutch his profit bruh? Now I gotta kill yo dumb ass"

"What! Nah bruh you just said" - POW. One shot between the eyes.

"Sorry Marc. Just doing my job" I said. Nodded to Rico and left out the basement. I need a shower and a drink.

Parris

"Mmm good morning ba-Desean?" Once again I'm waking up in an empty bed after going to bed with Desean. I hope this isn't gonna be a normal thing. I grabbed the note he had laid on his pillow with my name on it:

Goodmorning Beautiful, if you're reading this I'm still out. Had to go handle some business but I'll be back. ILY

Well isn't this cute. I rolled my eyes wanting to be mad but horribly loosing the fight against my smile. At least he's coming back. I got out of the bed and into the shower to get ready.

Today Rashad was bringing Micah, and officially meeting Desean. I hadnt thought about it until last night when Desean mentioned Rashad being ok with him being around Micah that they had never actually met. They've only seen each other in passing. Not only that but Rashad only knows Desean as my part time boyfriend not that we're official now. It should be and interesting affair.

I finished dressing and called up Rashad to get the plans together.

"Hey Ra"

"Sup ma, you ready for lil Man? He ready for you!"

"Of course I am I can't wait to see him" I smiled. Thinking of how much fun I was planning for Micah. I wanted this month to be fun for him. Keep him distracted from what's going on with his parents.

"Cool. Well it's a sight change in plans I wasn't expecting Alaysia to have this interview today and I gotta pick her up so imma just drop his stuff off now and the three of us will be by later"

"Ok that's perfect. I want you to meet my boyfriend when y'all come anyways and he won't be back over until later"

"Boyfriend? When did this happen?"

"Yesterday" I chuckled.

"This a new dude or ol boy you was tryna act like you wasn't fuckin"

"Just wait and see" I said rolling my eyes. I just hope they get along.

"Aight bruh. He better be a good dude if you plan on having him around Micah. I mean I cant tell you who to be around but...never mind. I 'll meet him tonight like you said"

"Uhh okay...you know I wouldn't have him around Micah if I thought he wasn't up to any good"

"Yea I know. You good"

"Ok well I'll be here for you to drop his stuff off"

"Aight cool. Bye" I hung up and just shook my head. Tonight is gonna be interesting.

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