For Love I Will

Markita

"Damn," I say to myself while puffing on a cigarette. I had eyes on Chris and Charmaine this entire time and now it's like they went off the grid. To make matters worst, David was released earlier than expected. This set the plan way back. Nikole and I knew one day David was getting out soon but not this soon.

Shit, I didn't care that David was my baby daddy. He ain't give a fuck about me or Dre anyway. I raised Dre while I watched David fuck any thing with legs and play in the streets.

After Nikole "died" he ain't want shit to do with me. See Nik and I came as a package deal from the jump. We met David and all of us hit it off. Then James came into the picture and fucked everything up. David was in love with Nik and I was too.

Crazy right?

How did I even get here? The only reason I was even in the mess was because of Nikole. She was my best friend and my partner at the FBI. We worked every narcotic case together.

Then one day, they sat a file on my desk. *rolls eyes.* It was David Silvers' file. I hate the day Nikole and I agreed to take the case.

Here I am 27 years later still working this fucking case.

Technically the case was closed when Nikole "died" 18 years ago, My boss was down my damn back at work. I wasn't producing any key factors in the drug case we had built against David and his crew. So I was forced to shut the case down.

But, I was still building evidence. We needed a way for Nikole to come back into the picture without anyone suspecting anything.

I would do anything for Nikole and I knew how badly she missed her family and how badly they missed her.

I even missed Nik. The way she smiled and the way she laughed. I even missed the way she walked. I could talk to Nik about anything too.

She knew all my secrets and all my troubles. Besides Dre, she was the only person I ever loved whole heartedly.

*knock knock knock*

Who the fuck was knocking at my door. *cocks gun.*

See I couldn't be too careful with David out on the streets. 'til this day I wasn't sure if he knew I was apart of the setup. So I had to keep up a wifely image. Every three weeks I'd fly down to Miami to visit him. I'd put money on his books and fuck him occasionally.

*knock knock knock*

I walked to my door with my gun cocked. "Who is it?" ....no answer. "Who the fuck is it?"

"Ma, it's me. Open the damn door," Dre said with an aggravated voice.

I open the door. "Ma, what you doing with a gun," Dre says shockingly.

I'm grown Dre and I have to protect myself. Have you found Charmaine and Chris?

No ma, they called and said they needed 500k by tonight and I would get Chris and Charmaine back. I got the money, but ain't nobody about to play me.

I light another cigarette and pour myself a glass of Hennessy.

Any clue who it could be Dre?

No ma, people on the streets know not to fuck with me and mine.

I couldn't tell Dre that it was David. Dre didn't even know I was FBI. I had been lying to him all his life. Dre jus thought I was some down ass bitch for his daddy.

So what you gone do? I asked, while sipping on the Hennessy.

Ma, I don't know. I know imma catch some bodies.

Son, let me put you on game. I know they are asking for 500k but take an extra two with you. Just in case. Have a backup. Don't go alone.

Ight ma.

As he walks out. He yells he loves me.

I love you too baby. I love you too.