Angel {COMPLETED}

Chapter 4

Queens, New York
Sunday, September 16
Lucifer's House
Lucifer

"I can't believe she's keeping my child from me like I'm really going to hit my own child." I stared in the mirror, talking to myself.

"Well you gotta understand why she thinks you will. All you did was put your hands on her in that relationship." I said.

"It wasn't like I did it for no reason though, she pushed me to the point where I was going to kill her but I showed her mercy."

"Punching her in the face was mercy?"

"Considering I was going to do to her what I did to Pleasure, yes it was mercy."

"Look at shit from her side Lu, you hurt her over and over again even without the hitting. All you did was stupid shit then acted like because you did one little thing, you were forgiven. That girl was holding in every bit of hurt you gave her since the moment she stepped in that house."

"I told her sorry though."

"You didn't show her shit."

I stepped out of the mirror, finished with the conversation I was having with myself. Sometimes I needed to speak to a real nigga and I couldn't trust anybody else so the voices in my head came out at times like this.

I texted Onika, Tell me something else, she's fascinating.

She acts just like you. Stubborn, indecisive and she has a smile to die for. She gon' break hearts.

My heart filled with joy. Unbeknownst to Onika, I really wanted to get to know my daughter. I really wanted to treat her the way I should have been treated. It doesn't seem like it but my daughter was already my priority.

She'd already had a room in my home for when Onika trusted me enough to be around her alone. I wanted my daughter to have everything I didn't have but Onika doesn't believe me when I say that.

In the life I live, nothing changes. There are no outs and when you do shit, you do it with remorse way in the back of your mind. I knew Onika wanted me out of this life if I was ever going to take care of my daughter but that's not how this shit goes. I'll just keep my daughter out of it.

The thought made me laugh. Kaylin really had Onika believing that he was keeping her out of his street life because he didn't want her hurt. I'd seen that nigga with multiple women up in my clubs that he didn't know were mine. I won't fuck up their happy home though and I'll wait to kill him, just to see his face when she tells him that Cavalli's not even 1% his. I want his bitch ass to come around me then.

She has asthma, anything else?

Shes' bipolar, like you but we treat hers and she takes her medicine.

Before I could send another text message, Pretty Boy had bursted into the room. "Come on."

"What happened?"

"Ya boy out here tweakin'. You better get him 'cause if he cheat on Cookie in MY face, I'mma shoot him in his."

I chuckled and stood up, fixing my pants. Onika's dumb ass had it amazing. Every nigga around here didn't play about her since my love for the woman was so strong. The loyalty we had toward her was some shit she wasn't getting from Kaylin's imbecilic ass.

I opened the door to my house and we drove to Drip. As soon as I walked in, I saw Kaylin with two of my strippers on his lap, a boner in his lap, his glock on his hip. This nigga had the least respect from me.