Trap Queen: Part 2

Chapter Fourteen

Gustavo's realization that Melissa aborted his baby really really fucked him the fuck up. No kidding, she killed his fucking baby. I was just as angry and sad about the situation. He was the father too. He had as much right as Melissa to make that decision of whether or not aborting the baby. Honestly, that shouldn't even be a question. I think every wanted or unwanted baby should be born regardless, but that's only my opinion.

Once we left Daniel's house, Gustavo dropped off the girls at their house. He wanted to drop me off too because he had shit he needed to take care of which I knew it was to go confront Melissa. As much as I wanted to go kick her ass too, we couldn't, not right now. Not for her, but Legend. The poor boy was shot at, and if I let Gustavo go confront her, he will yell at her, beat her, and even kill her. It will only freak him out more. For LEGEND, I will not allow that. It took a lot of convincing, but I managed to do it with the promise that we will both go talk to Daniel and Melissa at the same. We'll have each other's back.

Since I didn't let him confront Melissa, we had a three-hour road trip to Flagstaff to help him ease off the pain of his loss and betrayal. As soon as we got to Flagstaff, he googled a bar and that's how I spent my evening babysitting Gustavo at the bar. I didn't mind though. I'm always glad to be there for a homie in need.

Anyways, it's eleven at night, and I'm driving to the trap house with a drunk ass Gustavo in the back. I had to drive three hours back. I'm so freaking exhausted. The blasting music playing oldies, and Gustavo singing aloud, being crazy is not helping.

"Roni," he groaned aloud. "Can you put Try Me by James Brown?"

I roll my eyes, "I'm driving, Gus. You try."

After a couple of miles, we finally make it back to the Trap house. I park at the side of the street. Instantly, I see Diablo storming over to us.

Ah, crap. I have forgotten how pissed he must be. Both of our phones died and we hadn't communicated with him for the last eight hours. It's so against the rules.

My heart melts a little. It's always good to see him though.

"Behave, Gustavo, Diablo is coming in hot. He looks fucking mad," I mumble back at him.

"Fuck him, I'll kick his ass," he said.

I chuckle, "As much as I'd like to see you try, I won't let you. I don't want him to fire you as MY watchmen and assign someone else."

"Whatever you say then, princessa," he slurs.

As soon as I get off the car, Diablo plants himself right in front of me. "Where the fuck is Gustavo?"

"Right fucking here," Gustavo shouts from the back seat.

With a sigh, I slam the car door shut.

"That motherfucker," Diablo mumbles then reaches for the door handle of the backseat, but I tug him by his shirt.

"No baby stop," the words blurt out of my mouth.

I quickly let go of his shirt to turn my back to him feeling so much embarrassment. I can feel my fucking ears going hot. What the fuck was I thinking?

His silence made it even thousand times more awkward.

Thankfully, Gustavo's drunk ass decides to stumble out of the car, and falls on the grass.

"For fuck sake man, the fuck is wrong with you," Diablo tells him roughly. "Getting drunk on the job?"

I help him stand Gus up.

"Don't get mad at him," I mumble.

He frowns annoyed that I'm defending him. "Fine, then you tell me. Where the fuck were you at? I told you to check in every couple of hours."