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(Rylo POV)

"Aye Lo where you going nigga?" Jr asked coming up from the dice game.

"I'm going riding why?" I asked him

"Cause we had a little situati- well situations coming by later on!" He said while smirking.

"Nawl I'm Gucci on them dirty thots y'all got coming over. I'll fuck with y'all later tho." I said while proceeding to get in my car.

I was actually about to hit the studio with my nigga G-40. I was working on my new album RogerVille. I ain't want to tell him tho because Jr the type of person to hate on his own son if it ain't him. Some shit just better if nobody knows.

(25 minutes later)

"Hey Rylo you ready to finish this song nigga" G said.

"Yeah I'm ready" I said while in the middle of a text conversation.

– – –

After coming from the studio, I came to the crib. As soon as I was about to unlock the door, I felt a cold metal towards the lower part of my head.

"Make this shit easy on yourself" The masked man said.

"Fuck you nigga" I said. After that he hit me with the magazine of the gun. I fell forward as I felt my eyes slowly closing. He was going through my pockets for money and took the chain that was on my neck.

(The Next Day)

I woke up with a bad headache as I stretched leaning forward from the couch. I looked around in panic when I realized that I wasn't at my house but later calmed down when I realized I was at my momma house.

"Bruh wtf" I said more to myself.

"Don't come in here with all that cursing and shit" I heard my momma say from the kitchen.

"My fault, how I get over here?" I questioned.

"Your brother Mark brought you over here. Y'all damn near scared me. I thought you was dead." she said in a sad but relieved manner.

"Where he at?" I asked.

"Where he usually be," she said, walking back to the kitchen after leaving a bag of ice in front of me.

I grabbed the ice and went to his room when I saw him in a middle of a text conversation pacing back and forth.

"What's wrong with you nigga" I asked looking at him confused. Mark was usually a calm nigga so seeing him like this made me wonder.

"Your homeboy Jr dead that's on God" he said.

"What the fuck is you talking about" I asked him.

"I just got a text from Pap and he said he was at his baby momma crib when he saw you getting robbed. And after that when the nigga was about to get in the car, he took his mask off. It was him!" He said giving me a are you dumb look.

"Shit what's the plan" I asked him. I really ain't like the nigga anyways. I only dealt with him because a few of the homies fucked with him. It wasn't nothing to me.

"I got this shit bruh. Just focus on your rap shit." He said exiting the room about to leave the house. I was trying to catch up with him but it was too late.

"Damn. Aye ma can you drop me off back over my place?" I asked her.

"Boy I got work in 10 minutes. Find you a ride. Better yet, just stay here." She said before leaving.

"Damn bruh" I said. I wasn't trying to stay in the house plus the only thing running through my head was revenge and getting back at Jr. for what he did to me. Something still doesn't sit right with me. I knew the nigga for about 4 years; I know for a fact that he couldn't have pulled this shit off by himself.

I pulled out my phone to call my "girl best-friend" Kayla. I knew Kayla for about 8 years now. I remember having the biggest crush on her. Shit to be honest I'm still on her ass, but she won't give me a chance. So, I'm in the friend-zone. That shit aint go last long though.

"Aye KK you wanna do me a favor bestie?" I asked her while doing a ratchet impression. I heard her chuckle on the other side of the line. Just hearing her made a nigga feel good.

"Yeah what you need bestie?" She asked.

"Can you come pick me up from my momma house and drop me off at my house?" I asked her hoping it wouldn't be an issue.

"Why you at your momma house without your car?" She asked me curiously.

"I'll explain all that shit when you come over." I told her and she agreed to pick me up. I decided to take a quick shower and change into some clothes I had left over my mother's crib before she come over.

(1 hour Later)

"Damn, I thought that was your homeboy" she said while plopping on my bed, sounding more angrier than me.

"You know I didn't fuck with him like that anyway so it really don't surprise me. My thing is how this nigga know where I lay my head at. He never pulled up on me or no shit like that." I said while changing into some more clothes.

I turned back around to see her staring at me, but she quickly looked away. I tried to play it off like I didn't see her so things wouldn't get weird.

"You good over here?" she asked.

"Yeah I'm good, why you got somewhere you need to be?" I asked her not really wanting her to leave.

"No not really just asking." She said with a little smirk. "Let's watch a movie or something." She said. She grabbed the remote and turned on the tv to "Love Don't Cost A Thing" along with taking off her shoes and laying on the bed. I joined her laying down next to her.

Even though I enjoyed this feeling, I couldn't stop thinking about the situation. Who the fuck led Jr. to my house? Better yet, who's the second man?