Baby Love: Fight Till The End

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Let me tell you a story (Lorissa's POV)

My father died because he wanted to save a life. He saved the life of a man that doesn't even remember his name. My mom told me he called him Malik. WHO THE FUCK IS MALIK!?!? My father's name is Maurice Watson.

That day I decided that I was going to fuck their whole lives up. I don't care what I have to do or how long it will take me I will not be happy until everything they have belongs to me and their whole family suffers.

"Hey Lorissa," Leon Lovette said as he walked up to me. I was at a birthday party for his nephew. "I haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?"

"I've been good," I fake smile. "How are you Mr. Lovette?"

He faked hurt. "Oh please don't call me Mr. Lovette. It makes me feel old." He laughed a little and looked around. "How are you holding up? I know this is the one year anniversary of your father's death. Are you doing ok?" He looked as if he was concerned but I know he really doesn't care.

"You know what Mr. Lovette?" I smiled up at him. "In this house exactly one year ago you said that my father was your bestfriend."

"That's right I did. And he was," Leon agreed.

"Yes but my problem is," I paused to get my wording right. "You've known him since the 8th grade but you're not in any pictures. My dad has never told any stories about you. I never even knew who you were until my father's funeral. Never seen you before but you were my fathers bestfriend." I frowned my face up at him and walked away.

Don't play nice in my fucking face. I may only be 14 but I know when somebody being fake. "You know the Lovette's can be real assholes," I heard a male voice say.

When I turned around I saw the most beautifully tanned man with deep gray eyes and sandy blonde hair I have ever seen. "Yes I know," I said smiling up at the man.

"My names Jason by the way," he said extending his hand.

"Lorissa," I said shaking it.

Jason and I talked for hours during and after the party. It turned out that he was second in command of the Lovette Cartel. "The Lovette family doesn't even run their own Cartel. They just call the shots. They hired men to do the dirty work," Jason shook his head as he lit a cigarette.

"I know you're tired of working for them," I shook my head.

"Yea but the pay is good. I mean I hate them motherfuckers, but they pay my bills and then some," he said.

"My father was killed trying to protect Jeremy Lovette," I shook my head. "Son of a bitch doesn't even know my father's name." I took a puff of his cigarette. "He was head of security and the man didn't even know his name."

We were sitting outside my mother's old house talking about life. But mainly the Lovettes. I started to feel chilly so I suggested that we go inside. She hasn't sold the house yet and I still had the key so I took advantage.

The house was still fully furnished so there was plenty of places to sit and relax. "Come sit next to me," Jason said. "I remember your dad. He was a good man. Taught me alot about the streets and how to make it in them. He was like a father to alot of us out there working for the Lovette's."

"I met Reese when I was about 15. I had just started out in the fields but wanted to move to the farm houses. He told me I had to learn how to use a gun first. He took the time out to teach me how to hold a gun and shoot. He taught me control. Real control. Not just over a gun but over my self." Yea my dad was amazing.

He pulled me close to him and began to speak again. "Look at me, I'm in my early 20s out here running a Cartel for a man that don't even know how to shoot the gun he carries." We both shook our heads. "Reese taught me that."