Trappers 2: The truth

Chapter 11

Maria POV

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I've been out the hospital for weeks and it sucks. I had to put everything on hold because these niggas got me on bed rest. Chase wasn't as bad as me so he makes it his job to make sure I don't move. You'd think Kyng would be the one keeping my ass in line but we're not on good terms. I know we hadn't been before but it got worse when I got out the hospital.

~Flashback~

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I was finally leaving the hospital after a week straight. Because of how severe my injuries were this time around everyone will be sure to make me rest. Whatever. My next visit is to Kyng's mom anyway so it's not like I was leaving anytime soon. I can just have her come to me. Chance pushed me in the wheelchair out the hospital. Everyone was waiting and excited to see me. I saw my baby Santi and could not wait to hold him and love him. It's been way too long since I cuddled my baby.

"Santi!" Fuck everybody else I wanted my baby. I handed for him but Kyng just gave me that resting bitch face and backed up. "Hold the hell up? Did you just pull my son away from me?"

"Maria-"

"Do you have a problem?" Everyone just stopped and watched.

"I don't think you're ready to be a parent yet," he still had that resting bitch face look. "You just stopped taking your meds and everything-"

"Hold the hell up?!! I'M not ready to be a parent?! You forgot who birthed him?! Who raised him for two years before you even stepped in the picture? You must have lost your ever loving mind."

"You're the one yelling not me." I outta slap the fuckery out of his dumb ass. "Since you out you should call that nigga who's been blowing up your phone." I just looked at him like he got two heads. What the fuck is he talking about?

"Jason has been calling," Chance said. Okay? I don't get the big deal. I looked at Kyng and remembered he doesn't know Jason is his father.

I chuckled and started laughing hard. "I know damn well you're not assuming what I think you're assuming. I just know that you're not standing there THINKING I was doing something on the low."

He shrugged indifferently. "Explains why you were gone for so long and wouldn't answer any of my calls. If the shoe fits."

"Y'all just chill," Tyson said. Before I knew it I punched the fuck out of Kyng. He stumbled back a little.

"Bruh what the fuck man?!" Chance grabbed Santi out the way who started crying. Tyson grabbed me and Drew got in the middle of us while Box and Speed held Kyng back. "Are you fucking crazy?! You could've hit Santi!"

"Fuck you Kyng." I knew what the fuck I was doing. That's why I didn't put my all in that hit when I really wanted to. "Instead of assuming I was hoeing around you should've asked dumbass. That's...he was my father's best fucking friend." He backed down immediately. "Put Santi in your car Chance." He did as I said. This nigga got me hot right now.

"Maria-"

"Shut the fuck up." They helped me in the car and Chance pulled off. "I need to go somewhere."

"No." I looked at him like he's crazy. "Did you forget what I told you in the hospital? Do you not understand how close to dying you were? If it wasn't for all that adrenaline pumping through your body you wouldn't have made it to the hospital."

"I have to do this for papi."

"He's dead Maria!" Chance got loud and irritated. It scared me a little. "I know you want answers but at the expense of your life? You have people here who need and love you. How are you gonna do this for your father if you die because you can't keep still? You need to calm down for a while. Wait until you feel better. I told you I will be doing the heavy lifting. You need to rest."