𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐁 [COMPLETED]

35: Handle It

5 days later...

Saturday
June 24, 2017

9:49 p.m.

Bianca Hawthorn

Standing in the mirror I finished up my makeup. Tonight was the night Ro and I had decided to go to the club where he said the loan shark men used to hang out. He felt like we'd find Jesse there so we decided to go scope things out. Broken arm and all I was going to make sure things got handled. I knew that Jesse wasn't behind it but he still needed to go for simple fact that he could become a problem later down the line.

"Gorgeous." I complimented myself popping my lips. Smirking in the mirror I thought about my visit to Ace today. He'd woken up two days ago and I thought for sure that I'd be free him. Sadly I was mistaken and it would be too soon to make another attempt on his life.

"Baby I was so worried about you." I exhaled sitting on side of his bed holding his hand tuning out the sound of the television. "You really scared me." I kissed his hand. "Seven times Jay. Twice in the upper thigh, once in the arm, and four times in the back. Two of those shots were life threatening. The hit to the car didn't make it any better. I just—"

"Aye..." He gently squeezed my hand. "I'm fine now. It's gonna take more than a car crash and a few bullets to keep me down. I took 'em for you and I'd do it again. I'm glad you're safe but I do feel bad for what happened to that woman and her four year old daughter. That'll never stop haunting me. I should've known that one day all those murders I committed would catch up to me."

"Don't worry baby. I'm handling it. We're gonna find who did this and I....I'll handle it."

He exhaled before hissing a bit in pain. "Don't. Don't bother. Searching for who did it will only continue a toxic cycle. This shit would never end."

"But Jay—"

"I said no B. Look at me. Confined to this bed. Look at your arm. You told me your bruises are just now healing. I'm not tryna put you in anymore danger. My son. I finally woke up yesterday and the first thing that came to mind was you and my son. This business killed my daughter because I got caught up with the police. I'll be damned if I lose anything else to it. By the way you looking at me I know you wanna go after who did it but no. We're breaking this cycle now."

"What if they come after us again? Do you really think we're safe? It's been all over the news that we survive—"

When I noticed the look on his face watching the news I stopped talking and raised an eyebrow. I looked at the television to see the dead bitch he'd been cheating with being talked about once again. Her suicide had been getting a lot of coverage because her father had finally become governor. Being that he was an important figure I knew that they'd keep talking about this. I should've felt bad but I didn't. She was only one less problem I had to take care of.