Passion (Thug Passion)

Chapter 19

Cody POV

(Cody's suit. I wish the shoes were cream.)

I ran upstairs to see Shardae panicking. I see Aaliyah laid out on the bed. I ran over to get closer and that's when I seen blood. I pulled Aaliyah up quickly and carried her downstairs to the truck.

I was only focused on getting her to the hospital at this point. I started the truck and rushed there. Soon we were there and they immediately took her to the back. I sat in the waiting chair for what seems like hours.

All I could worry about was Aaliyah and the kids. I hope she okay . I honestly do. I seen the Doctor and Aaliyah come out the room. I ran over there instantly.

Me: "Babe are you okay? What happened? Is she okay doc?"

Aaliyah: "Babe chill..." She said with a little laugh

Me: "Are the kids okay?"

Doctor: "Yes they are."

Aaliyah: "They're totally fine. " she said rubbing her stomach with a little laugh.

What the hell did they do to her.

Cody: "so what did the blood mean?"

Doctor: "Its something personal. But you need to get her home and in the bed. She needs a 2 hour nap. Nothing more nothing less."

Cody: "We're on our way."

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I got her home and in the bed. When I left I had our new house keepers to get new sheets. Aaliyah was soon asleep and I had the alarm set for 2 hours. I walked downstairs to inform Shardae the news. I wanted to be there when she got up but I had to get to the hotel room.

Shardae: "You need to leave."

Me: "I know. I just-"

Shardae: "She'll be fine Cody. "

Me: "Aight."

I trust Shardae so I cab stop worrying. I grabbed my keys and drove to the hotel. The boys were already here waiting. Travis was talking to Christian. Mark was sitting with T'Juan from the trap.

Me: "Where everybody else at?"

T'Juan: "They on the way. "

Travis walked up and dapped me down.

Me: "Whassup."

Travis: "How's Aaliyah?"

Me: "Good bro. She was sleep."

Mark: "So whose gonna be the best man?"

Christian: "Probably me or Travis."

T'Juan: "Nah. Its gonna new David or Jazz.

Jazz was my nigga. He was just quiet and never came around. But he cool. David was my shoota. He protects me like I'm his son. Kinda how Peter man does us.

Christian: "Let's go to our room."

We walked upstairs to the Suite and it was dope. It had 4 bed rooms. Two beds in each. And my bed room was real nice. It had a golden glow. It was actually quite nice for just 50k.