Unbothered

Chapter 35| True colors

Leaning against the shower wall in this hotel that Dominic insisted on checking me into, I couldn't shake the thought of him plotting to kill me. Yet everything in me wants to believe that he's innocent in all of this. After hearing the conversation between the two I wasn't to sure about anything. Maybe it was all in my head, something I'm choosing to believe when the facts was clear as day. I was a liability within his team of thugs. He was the only thing stopping them from killing me. He showed no signs of street, or maybe I didn't want to believe that this intelligent man was like another nigga from the hood. I wasn't brought up that way, yes well aware of what goes on. As far as experiencing what Shaniya went through, I was blind to everything. My parents didn't want that life for me, they kept me in the shadows in the books. Fancy private schools, banquets with ball gown dresses, the whole nine yards. My childhood was different from the people I associate myself with. Stuck in my thoughts, the water was now getting cold and my skin was pale and I was hungry. 

Dominic made it clear for me not to leave this room for my own safety. I felt like a prisoner, no matter what luxury I was left in. I put on my robe and applied lotion on my body. While walking to the closet to put my things away I heard people in the hallway, screaming and cursing at one another. I then turned on the television and laid down. I had so much on my mind, all I could do was lay here.

*Dominic*

After dropping Serena off at her room, I planned on meeting up with Tyrone to go over our plan. My head is so clouded I can't even think straight. I've been exposed for getting my feelings involved in a simple as mission. What nigga with dreams will sit for another nigga's crime, honestly I did not feel bad. Fuck a street code when a nigga trying to make it out and make legit bread. As a teenager I was  hot and I would do any and everything for my OG. My dad was a King Pin, everybody respected him. He had the streets on lock, from young niggas trapping on every corner to bitches selling pussy. One of his guys got caught and gave up some major properties and the feds raided his place and named him the leader. After taking some of the heat, Mel was told to look after me even though I was already taught the game before he was sentenced. Months later Mel was caught with a sniper rifle and an ounce of cocaine, the gun had bodies on it anyways  and he wanted me to take the wrap for him teaching me a few things. He claimed nobody could run things like him and my Father. On the other hand I played his ass to the left and did my own thing, creating my own system. After my own court shit, I had to clear my name in order to proceed with my business ideas, yes I've had the same dealing as any other street nigga but its different when you serve and you want out to better yourself. In the streets you either go to jail or you die and I can't go out sad. So I decided to live and be fucking free and for that decision other people gets hit in the cross fire.

I didn't know I was going to get caught up with Serena, I'm glad I did but I know I can never be with a woman like her. That I know for a fact, Serena is cut from a different cloth, not because she has money but because she never fell off track. She has her own mind, and everything about her is real. I can go on and on about how special she is, but I'll never get to tell her that.