OURS

Chapter 8

*Salone's POV*

I've calmed down a lil bit but I'm still kind of mad. Its almost 3a.m. and I'm just sitting here... what can I do? What do I need to do? What is the right decision best for Aziza? She was raped and abused... I can't give up on her. She needs me.
"Baby..."
I turn around to see Nyla behind me in my jacket, its too big for her, but she obviously doesn't care. She walks up to me and hugs me real tight. She sniffling so I know she's crying silently. Ugh, I didn't mean to yell at her. She just acts so selfish sometimes. I didn't call her because I didn't want her to see what was going on. I didn't even wanna tell her what happened.

"It's okay, I'm sorry." I kiss her forehead, looking her in the eye.
"I'm sorry too babe." She puts her head on my shoulder.

What am I gonna do?

*11:50a.m.*

I literally haven't slept. I've been sitting in this room with Aziza and Ny, just looking. Ny fell asleep shortly after she calmed down a few hours ago... I let her take the chair, while I sat on the floor up against the wall. I prayed til I couldn't pray anymore. Aziza isn't responding to the medicine, but her color is coming back. The swelling isn't as bad but you can tell her face is disfigured. How could somebody do this to a baby? What's okay about doing this to anybody? You have to be really fucked up to be okay with doing some shit like this to somebody, especially a kid.

Back in the day, when I was young and dumb, before I got my life together and really didn't care about shit.... I probably would be out looking for dude. Gun at my waist, no fear in my heart. Would have done damage to dude. But I got Ny and a new baby to think about. I have a career, a home, and a loving family. I can't let them down. Damn! This shit bothering me on a whole new level. The shit is dirty. That's some dirty grimy shit. How many kids done been through this? Why is he allowed to work there? This some bullshit. I gotta do something. This shit ain't over. Not at all.

*pulls out phone and texts Kai*

"Aye Fam you still got Quincy #?"
"423-675-2121 wassup?"
"I need him to handle this... I got too much to risk to do it myself."
"You right, so what's the plan."
"I don't know yet. Ima hit Quincy up and see what he got in mind. You know he owe me."
"Yea he do. And you know he be on that wild shit so make sure the plan tight."
"Of course."

*stands up to stretch*

I know Quincy will handle anything for me. That was one of my boys back when I was growing up. He never left that lifestyle alone. Told me to hit him up whenever I needed him for a "dirty job" since I got my life going good he didn't wanna see me ruin it, he kinda like my big brother, always looking out for me. And knowing I'm the reason he ain't dead right now... He owe me.

*calls Quincy*
*phone rings... *

*deep voice* "hello--"

"Quince the prince, shooting bodies with a ak... They ain't gone never find Ya prints!"

Growing up living that lifestyle we came up with a song to say whenever we called each other cause most of the time we was using pay phones. Luckily I remembered my part.

"Salone on her throne, she ain't never fall short... Making moves with the big boys. She the Queen of a sort."

Glad to see he remember his too.

"My nigga wassup wasssup"
"Shit making moves and money, you know!"
"Cool cool. But look Quince I need a favor out the ass"
"How much you need?"
"Oh money ain't the issue, shit how much you need? Aha but look fam... My daughter in the hospital .. Due to a dirty nigga--"
"What you need me to do?"
"Find em & taking em to Warren"
"That's no problem. But bagged or nah?"
"Nah I want em alive"
"Who is this nigga?"
"Landon Reed; darkskin nigga from 4th ave.. Tansy ole dude"
"That nigga!?? Oh most def I got you. He be up the street on a regular. Might catch em in a min matter fact."
"Then lemme know sumn"
"Fa sho"

*hangs up*