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Uuugh....I'm sick. With this crazy weather we been having here in Michigan, I knew it was bound to happen. BUT...I still managed to get this story FINISHED. It's just a matter of logging in and posting it. So bear with me loves. It's coming!. FIVE MORE CHAPTERS.!! THATS IT! Then I want y'all thoughts on what could possibly happen in the SEQUEL! 

Short but hopefully sweet. Next one will be longer. This just how I wrote em. Lol.

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Chris Brown

Couple days later...

Another chill day for me.

I had – well Anthony had some stuff planned for me today, but I decided to cancel on him yesterday. Yea, I haven't heard the end of it, but I just wanted to spend more time with Cree and get my thoughts together. He let me know that nobody had caught wind of the situation yet, due to him dodging several bullets, but he didn't know how much longer he could avoid anything getting out.

After sitting down and actually hearing what went down that night, I couldn't help but wonder why Cree or Anthony didn't get them fucking tapes from Echo ass. At least before she grabbed her shit. For some odd reason, I think she left something behind. I wouldn't put it past her but, you never know. I fucking hate that crazy bitch. Why did I even fuck with her for so long? Asked for her hand and everything. Glad I dodged that. But had I known it would be biting me in the ass now, I would of never messed with her in the first place.

I had been up since about 5 am. My thoughts been all over the place, so I played the game for a little bit and smoked, trying to ease my mind. Before I knew it, it was 8. I went upstairs real quick to go check on Cree, who was still sleeping like a baby. I went and kissed her forehead, rubbing her hair back before heading back downstairs and into the kitchen. I hadn't cooked in a while, so I decided to make us some breakfast.

I had whipped up some pancakes, bacon, eggs, and hashed browns. I almost made some cinnamon rolls from having the munchies, but that would have been too much.

Just as I was finishing up, I heard a knock on the door. Frowning up, I made my way towards it, only to see Anthony barging in holding some box. I just shook my head, turning around and heading back into the kitchen. He followed right behind me.

"What's good, bro? Smell good in here. Cree up?" He said as we made it to the kitchen island.

"Nah, not yet. Just made us some breakfast though. You welcome to some." I told him, fixing two plates.

"Shit, ain't gotta tell me twice." He sat the box down, taking his hat off and coming around to where I was to grab a plate from the cabinet.

After fixing me and Cree plates, I went and examined the box.

"Ant...what's this?"

"Oh shit," he said as he piled bacon on his plate. "That was sitting at your door when I came. I just picked it up. Was you expecting something?"

I just shook my head as I looked for a label, but there was nothing. "Shit it don't even say where its from."

"Well, my nigga. Given the past event, I'd say don't even open that shit. But somebody left it there for a reason. Its packaged up nicely."

I just shook my head. "Nah. That ain't even a good enough reason. Don't know what could be in here."

"Be in what?'

We both looked up, seeing Cree coming downstairs in just a T-shirt dress, rubbing her hand through her hair. I frowned up.

"I hope you got something on under that."