Where Loyalty Lies

The Start Of It All

     My name is Cece Rose'. Im 18 years old and im currently a senior at Pershing High School. Everytime I tell somebody that I always get a smart ass comment. Like "Girl why the fuck you go to that Ghetto ass school". Oh lets not forget the "Bitch you know them hoes love jumping pretty bitches like you.
See Im from New york so I was never really scared. But about 2 years ago my mom recieved a job offer here in Detroit. So now here I am. And this is now considered my new home I guess.
 
   A year ago my mom died in a terrible plane crash. My mothers death had cast a uneasy shadow over me. Now I've never been the broke type but when she died I was left to inherit everything she owned. I was thinking she left me a house and shit maybe a car even.

But I actually inherited way more than I expected. She left me cars, clothes, houses shit you name it. She even left me the business' she owned. During my early years i was oblivious to what my mom did, but when she died I found out everything.

I found out why we stayed in the kind of house we did. I even found out we had a damn bank safe in a secret lower half of our basement. Everything was so surreal.
After her funeral I was a mess.

One of my mothers workers was sent to make sure I didnt do anything stupid. He even became one of my bestfriends. His Name was Shawn. Light skin pretty boy. We went to the same school and had just about every girl in that school wanting his number.

Our relationship finally blossomed into something a bit more, but this was after the death of my youngest brother. He was killed in a drug trade gone extremely bad. Even though Shawn was there he never really answered any of my questions about what went down.

But little did he know I already knew some of the things that transpired. And my plan was to find out who did it and put them out of their misery.

My mom left her entire fortune to me and only me. Even though I had an older brother named Marco. There is a lot that people dont know about the Rose family. But in due time. You'll know just about everything.

My mother was the finest thang smoking at the prime age of 31. It was only right i inherited all that finess. See im 5'3 and im a thicker than ya mommas old grits. Ya hear me!

Im what you call blessed and I take nothing for granted. Im tatted beyond anyones control but hey its my way of expressing myself and my feelings. I have a full sleeve on my right arm as well as my right leg. I even had my whole back tatted. I mean for right now at least.

About a couple of months ago Shawn and I officially became a couple. For some reason I always feel as if he's hiding something from me, but me being as carless as I am I never ask any questions.

During our first couple of months together he had me on cloud 9. That was until my youngest brother died and things slowly began to change.

He constantly yelled at me and hit me whenever he got mad. This nigga lives off my money even though he's a dope boy and makes his own. I cant stand him. But sad to say I love his no good ass. But what he doesn't know is im going kill this Nigga where he stands when the time is right.

I have a few sources and connects that have finger pointed this nigga saying he double crossed my brother that night. Now I know yall probably wondering why wont I just kill him. No thank you. Ill wait. Mind yours.