Trappers 2: The truth

Chapter 23

Dallas POV

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Damn this shit is hitting everybody hard man. My mom took the kids home with her because we need time to grieve together. Especially Maria. She has yet to stop crying and I just feel so bad. We're all at Maria's house trying to process this shit.

"This isn't real," Sophia said. "Chase can't be gone. I just saw him today. We were just talking about this new security system he was thinking of developing for us."

"Damn it Chase," Chance shook his head. He's been crying a lot too. "Why man? You have a daughter to take care of. You weren't supposed to die. You were supposed to live longer than all of us."

"He can't be dead," Maria sniffed. "We were just talking. He's going to walk through that door like he always do. He can't leave me too." She was sobbing again.

"We should stop," Box said. "We all need to get some rest. Chance you can come with us man. Nobody needs to be alone right now."

They showed us love before they left. I held Maria close to my chest. She sobbed violently. "Kyng, I want him back. He didn't deserve it. I love him so much. I need him. He can't leave me like this. There's only so much I can take."

"I know baby. But he's in a better place now." She shook her head and continued to cry. Damn I hate seeing my baby hurt. She cried herself to sleep late that night. This will probably be the only time I have to sneak away for a bit. I'm going to have to stay here for a bit. I can't leave Maria alone after this. It's too risky. I'm going to have to run home and get some clothes for me and KJ. The drive was quick since I was speeding. I parked in the driveway and got out. I walked in and heard some loud ass moaning. "What the fuck?" I walked to Asiaa's room and the moaning got even louder. "I know she ain't got some nigga in my house!"

"Ooh right there baby," she moaned. I opened the door and can you believe she got some nigga hitting it from the back? In my damn house in the bed I fucking paid for.

"What the fuck Asiaa?!!" I turned the lights on. This nigga pulled out and dived under the covers. Pussy ass nigga. "What the fuck are you doing?!"

She glared at me. "I was about to climax but you fucked that up. What the fuck do you want?"

"Bitch you brought some random ass nigga in my fucking house and you ask me what the fuck I want?!" She got me all kinds of fucked up. "I want you, your shit, and your bull shit out of my fucking house." She laughed. "Bitch I'm not playing with you."

"Bitch I'm not going anywhere. If I leave so does my son. And trust, you won't ever see him again. Do you really want to risk him hating you for the rest of his existence?" This bitch doesn't even know she lost whatever leverage she had over me. KJ isn't here so I'm about let loose on this bitch.

"You think that shit funny huh?" I moved closer to her. I wouldn't hit a woman or thot no matter how much I want to. My mom taught me better. "You're not going to be using my son as your way of playing me all types of way." I gripped the back of her neck. This nigga was still under the covers. "If you don't get your ass out of my fucking house I'll kill you right here right now." He flew out the bed with all of his shit in hand. I dragged Asiaa through the house.

"Get the fuck off of me!" she was kicking and screaming. "I'm taking my damn son. KJ!" I just dropped her ass by the front door. Fuck it. I don't have time for this. I went to KJ's room and started packing all of his shit. "Where the fuck is my son Dallas?!" I didn't say anything. I put all his stuff in an oversized suitcase. "Dallas!" She can scream all the hell she wants it doesn't faze me at all. After I packed his stuff I went to my room. She kept following me, yelling about KJ. I got a big suitcase and packed up whatever can fit. "Give me my son Dallas!"