Killah Kuwonu

Uncle

December 29th..

Killah POV

Paris words really stuck, I was at the trap working on files when the door flings open.

"Woah chill bae it just me." Paris puts her hands up in surrender.

I lower my gun, I could've shot her ass!

"Bae the fuck you doing here." I ask closing the door.

"I came to see you, and bring you lunch." She says placing a bag on my desk.

My ass was hungry as hell.

"Thanks bae, but I don't like you coming here." I sit down.

"You told the guard to let me in." She says.

"In case of an emergency, what if some nights started shooting up the trap P? I can't risk having you in here." I shake my head.

"They other female workers." She points out.

"Exactly WORKERS, you da wifey. I can't have you in any harms way." I tell her.

She pouts and straddles my lap.

"I'm not in harms way, I'm with you."

"That puts you in harms way, you know how many people want me dead?" I tell her.

"Why would anyone want you dead?" She asks.

"My name ain't Killah for no reason." I point out.

"True. I guess I'll go, but I expect something tonight." She points her finger in my face.

"I gotchu." I lick my lips examining her body.

"Bye baby I love you." She leans on the door frame.

"I love you too, but wear something like dat around niggas again and ima kill ya ass." I tell her.

She sucks her teeth.

"That's why you ain't getting no dick." I say under my breath.

"That's what you think." She yells from down the hall.

How the fuck her monkey ears hear me.

"Paris I'll beat dat ass." I say.

"Mhm." Was all she said.

"That girl sum else." I say to myself.

Ight back to work.

The only reason I ain't really want Paris around was cause ima look for her bitch ass uncle and I know she finna be mad.

"Wait, Wait, Wait." I look back.

FOUND HIM!!

Nigga hiding out in Chicago, with countless amount of charges. They even looking for his ass, the fuck this nigga do?

Me personally, I ain't a stupid street nigga. I'm a certified doctor, I got my gun license.

I play smartly.

Paris POV

I'm sooooooo fucking bored!!

Zion ass needs to get home.

I hear a knock come from upstairs, me and Rob exchange looks.

"Go outside." He whispers.

I shake my head, I wanted to know who it was.

"Mrs.Kuwonu." He says.

"*Paris*" I correct.

"Code 6." He says into his jacket, nigga had a mic in that bitch the whole time.

One of the guards who stands outside our yard comes in.

When I tell you this nigga lifted me.

"Put me down!" I scream.

Whoever was upstairs starts shooting from the top of the stairs.

Shots were flying to the door.

"Take the back." Rob instructs.

Somebody points a gun towards us as we try to head for the back.

We were stuck, gun to gun.

I hide behind Mayne, another guard.

It was the four of us, vs 2 men...that we know of.

"Just give us the girl and we cool." The nigga said.

"No can do." Rob said.

The guy from upstairs walks down.

I don't know who he is at first, until he removes his hood.

My fucking uncle.