*Read "Sweet, Sweet, Calliope" first*
Drug Kingpin's Michael and Caleb figure they have everything they ever wanted and for Caleb that rang true, but for Michael he was missing the one thing he had turned away from five years prior; Caleb's little...
I gave y'all a cute little flashback because the end might stress y'all out. It's all LOVE though. - 'B🌸
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Caleb glanced at his best friend and kissed his teeth. They sat in the garage of the hospital where Calliope worked, wondering if Michael's idea was the best one. But what else were they supposed to do to get rid of this threat that was after her? They hadn't received any notes since Calliope's birthday and while everyone else enjoyed the drama-less weeks Michael knew better.
And he knew that whoever was after his Poppi was still in search of her. And as much as he wanted to sit on his behind and enjoy his time with Calliope there were more important things to do and worry about.
"Man once we do this ain't no going back," Caleb reminded him-as if Michael didn't already know what he was putting him and his best friend into.
"The minute we walk in there somebody is going to call the cops. Then they'll call the Feds..." Michael said and nodded, having already walked through this a thousand times before he even brought the idea up to Caleb. "But it's been a long time since we made any type of movements. Witnesses die, they forget, evidence deteriorates..."
"What about Opie? Man she's pregnant and if she see's us... if somebody tell her... she gon lose it. I already know it."
"You got a better idea?" Michael asked, sitting from the drivers seat, and looked over at the man neck to him. "Whoever the fuck this threat is... they aren't about to stop until we remind them who they're fucking with. They have us by our necks and that shit isn't sitting right with me. The Feds have their suspicions, but they don't have any hard evidence. And staying in hiding is obviously doing more harm than good. If this threat wants us out then maybe that's what we need to do."
"Okay, so we walk up in there, get arrested, interrogated and then what? Then we gotta worry about them bugging our phones, following us, and them going after Calliope. That what you want?"
"Fuck, Caleb. Do you have a better fucking idea?" Michael snapped and Caleb put his hands up. "I thought about all of that already. Calliope will keep cool. She's not stupid. If they question her she won't admit to knowing that she knew our whereabouts. She'll tell them she hasn't spoken to us. They can trace her phone if they want to too, but believe me when I say they won't find anything.
We can't keep sitting around waiting for the call to drop or the next move. And we can't help Calliope if we're hiding out at the firehouse or her apartment. How are we supposed to do shit restricted like that? Whoever this is wants to fuck with us and I'm not about to make it easy for him. As for everything else I handled it."
