My Intuition Never Lies

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Meghan || Meg

| 3 Weeks Later |

For the past couple of weeks Meg's been waking up in Izaiah's arms and she couldn't be happier. Malik has fallen off the grid completely, neither nor Meg or Izzy has heard from him or seen anything that might be Malik's work. It was suspicious so Izzy got the security tightened around his home, he wasn't about to go out like that.

It was midnight and Meg had just gotten in from her shop, her friend Bella would be going away for a few weeks so she would have to be there a little more often. Meg had a few other coworkers but she didn't trust them nearly as much as she trusted Bella. Meg was exhausted, she had about 20 heads today and she wanted so badly just to leave and go home.
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Once home, she went inside and it was more quiet then usual. Izzy would usually be in bed by now waiting on her, or in the studio mixing some beats.

"Izzy?" Meg called on, no answer. Her nose scrunched up in confusion.
Where this nigga at, damn? Meg turned on the lights and something seemed extremely off. It was too quiet, there was no sign of life in the home at all. She walked quickly towards the kitchen and grabbed a knife, whoever was in here was gon get stabbed the fuck up.

"Izaiah?" Meg called out again, but this time a little louder.

She heard someone cough, Meg's eyebrows raised, it didn't sound like Izzy. He has a very distinct cough. She rounded into their room and thats where she seen him, Izzy was sprawled out on the body, clutching his chest. His breathing was labored and his eyes were wide once he seen Meg. He tried to speak but nothing was coming out, he was choking on his blood and it was getting impossible to breath.

Meg dropped the knife and quickly tore her shirt and wrapped it tightly around Izzy's wound. She knew she needed to apply pressure to slow the bleeding. She quickly turned Izzy's body over so he could cough up the blood he had been gurgling on while he was stuck on his back. He winced in pain once Meg moved him but she knew she had too.

After several minutes of regaining his breath, his breath settled.

"We have to go the hospital Izaiah. This could get infected."

Izzy shook his head, "No hospitals, hospitals bring police and we don't need police involved. I know who did this, and he will pay. Just take me to my mans Vincent's house. He's a doctor, he can help."

I rolled my eyes, he sounded like Leek for a moment.

"Alright, lets go." I wrapped my arm around Izzy's waist and he had an arm wrapped around my shoulder.

"I love you Meghan, I hope you know that."

I stopped and looked directly in his beautiful brown eyes. "I love you too Izaiah."

I kissed his cheek and made my way to the car so we could get to Vincent's. Izzy lost a lot of blood.

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By now Vincent was stitching Izzy up. The bullet went right through so he didn't have to remove anything. Meg took in Vincent's features, he was a little older. About 30 or so. He had low black hair with waves, his eyes were hazel and his skin was as dark as coal. It was smooth and his arms were chiseled. No tattoos Meg could see, but he sure was handsome. She stared at him a bit longer, biting her lip until Izzy snapped out of her trance.

"Yo babe, you good?" Izzy looked at Meg with a smirk on his face.

Embarrassed, Meg chuckled and nodded her head, "yes I'm fine. As long as you are okay."

"My boy Vincent knows what he's doing. Your mans gon be good baby girl."

Meg leaned down and pecked Izzy's lips. His smirk turned into a full blown, goofy grin. That was really his baby and he knew one day he would marry her, or so he hoped.

Once Izzy was all patched up, both him and Meg thanked Vincent for his service and decided it would be best to get a hotel for a couple of nights until shit died down. So many things were running through Meg's mind, some part of her was afraid that Izzy would retaliate and take Leek's life. Although he did her so dirty so many times Meghan still loved him. In her heart, she would always love him and she would be ashamed if she was the cause of his death.

Meg and Izzy stopped by the house and grabbed a few items for a couple of weeks. Rosco, one of Izzy's body guards was in close proximity. After packing up and checking in to the Four Seasons, Izzy and Meg got settled and unpacked. Rosco was a room over and he made sure he kept alert, this man barely slept. His life revolved around keeping Izzy safe. But keeping someone's best interest at heart and not yours could end badly.

| Few Hours Later |

Meg's sleep was disrupted when she heard what sounded like gun shots near her room. Izzy didn't move a muscle, he must've been so tired after everything that went down the other day.

Pop, Pop! Two more shots went off.

Meg slipped out of bed and walked towards the hotel door. She slowly opened the door and the only thing you could hear was the clicking of the door being shut. Clutching her phone tightly in her hand, she walked a few feet down the hall and as she was turning, she was bum rushed by a guy in a gray hoodie and black jeans. He was sweating and he had a mouth full of gold.

"Hey, watch where you're going!"  Meg called out, the guy looked back at her but quickly picked up his pace. Meg was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't realize she was standing directly in front of Rosco's door. She knocked softly, nothing. She knocked once more and, still, nothing. She opened the door and seen Rosco's big body sprawled out onto the floor, it looked like he was shot multiple times. Meg was about to call the cops when she seen Rosco's fingers move. She quickly kneeled down to his side.

"Rosco, are you still with me?" Meg checked Rosco's pulse, it was there but it was very faint. It seemed as though Rosco was trying to speak, but he couldn't get anything out. Before she could call the police, two strong arms wrapped tightly around her, one placed a cloth over her mouth, before she could scream, she was knocked out. Last thing she remembers is the look on Rosco's face when he couldn't do what he could to help her.

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