SouthSide

XI

Raquel walked into the Puff's house with a spider man book bag on her arm. "Puff!" She yelled out as she walked up the stairs. She walked down the end of the hall as she heard moaning coming out of his room. She was not in the mood for this shit, her side was hurting her like a bitch. He told her to drop it off at this time and apparently he wanted to fucking some hoe.

She pulled her gun out the hem of her pants to scare they asses. She opened the door shooting at the foot of the bed since they were laying across from left to right. The girl got off him instantly falling in the floor screaming. Puff laughed. "Damn baby you that jealous?" He asked. "Boy please I'on give a fuck who you fuck." She said lookin at him like he was stupid.

"Get some damn clothes on and meet me in yo office. Leave yo lil slit too." With that said she walked out the room going back down the stairs heading for his office. When she got there she sat on the desk waiting for him to walk through the door. When he did, he walked in only in a pair of grey sweats. "You know you coulda joined."

He said smiling at her. "Fuck off." She spat. She threw the Spider-Man book bag at him. " I want my daughter fuckin protected you hea me." She said. With so much serious in her voice. Puff opened the bag looking at it. He honestly didn't even know how to feel.

For years he wanted it back, to give to Tyrell like his father wanted him too. Truth be told half of him didn't think she could get it without getting hurt but as he thought about it Raquel was a bad ass bitch, when she was strapped up shit was ova wit for whoeva was on the otha in.

He thought about his brotha, bout how he always wore it, the first time he got it, how rich he felt when he had it. That was one of the rarest times he ever smiled so big and genuine. He pulled out a 9.5 mm 26 inch Hallow diamond cut gold Cuban linked chain. He looked up at her. He been trying to get this for a little over a decade.

He walked towards her about to kiss her but she turned her head glaring at him. He smirked as he stepped back. "How you get this?" He asked. "By almost loosing a damn leg. Troit muhfuckas finna be afta me and my daughter cause of this. I killed damn nea half of that place to get that shit."

He watched her take in slow deep breaths as she talked. "They gon Come fo ha, promise me you gon keep her protected." She said. Puff nodded his head. "She straight." He said. "Marquis I'm serious." She said. "Ain't nobody gon touch her, especially wit Smoke and Troit around." He said.

Raquel furrowed her eyebrows. "What?" She asked. Puff looked up at her wit his eyebrows raised. "You'on know?" "Know what?" She asked. "Yo daughter dating my god son, and Troit got him jump." Raquel thought back to how Nate told her that her boyfriend was in the hospital. She looked up glaring at him. Before she could say anything she passed out falling on the floor.

"Raquel!" He yelled as he watched her head hit the desk. He kneed down beside her sliding his arm under her back lifting her up. His hand touched something cold and damp as he held her right side. He pushed her leather jacket out the way and looked at the spot of blood on the side of her white shirt.

"Shit Rocky." He sighed as he lifted her up carrying her bridal style.

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Isriel laid on her side as she held Tyrell's hand. He kissed her hand repeatedly as they listened to Only God Knows by Yung Bleu. She had her eyes closed as she listened to the song. Tyrell looked at her, even when she was tryna fall asleep she looked irritated and he found it cute. Both their phone rung capturing both their attention.