A Dangerous Illusion (COMPLETE)

T H I R T Y - F O U R

'Real niggas do not deserve pussy

Meaning it's more, you see right through walls

Ain't talkin' about pussy

Meaning you deserve the whole box of chocolates'

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K I N G 

"Baby, did you find my Jordan's?" Omari questioned, only turning back to glance at Mayalika once. Not seeing her tear stricken face nor the frown that adorned her full face. Staring blankly at Omari with unshed tears glistening in her eyes, Maya couldn't find the right words to utter. Instead, she stood silently staring at the back of Omari who was still preoccupied with his phone (as he had been lately, a thing Maya had noticed now too) with the bag of powder clenched tightly in her hand - the gun in her other.

"You lied to me." She coldly pronounced.

Omari lifted a brow in questioning, finally turning around to look at Mayalika - taking in her rigid posture and cold stare she threw his way. He glimpsed down at her pallid hands where he noticed the bag of drugs or more so specifically cocaine. The cocaine Abba's connection had given him as a sample.

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Omari gently closed the door to his bedroom; not wanting to disturb the slumbering Maya. After the draining weekend away at her parents' house - she had become more removed and quiet only responding to Omari's questions in a whispered voice. Although she had not wanted to show it, being back home had taken a toll and Mayalika. That much was obvious to Omari.

"She's asleep."

Abba nodded, reclining further back into the plush leather of King's office sofa watching his stiff movements while he went to take a seat behind his desk.

"She'll be fine. Maya has always been strong - it's just her mother has managed to plant a seed of insecurity that seemed to blossom whenever they meet." She rolled her eyes, "I never liked that bitch."

Omari chuckled, opening the bottom drawer of his desk; pulling out a neatly rolled blunt, lighting it. Abba smirked when he passed it towards her - watching her take a deep drag before puffing out a ring of smoke. Omari smiled in awe before receiving the blunt back from Abba.

"Have you found any leads yet?" Abba inquired, the blunt was slowly beginning to consume her - her pupils dilated. Omari shook his head. He had filled Abba in on what had been going on with his workers; hoping to get helpful insight from the woman.

"No: they've been ruled out." He took a long drag, loving how it filled his lungs - consuming his need for something that wasn't in reach just yet. Starr had been killed on sight after his men had found her and Conor was on the run because he owed money to the Mafia while Quinn was - no she couldn't do it she was...Quinn.

"I think...you're not looking in the right places. Maybe...it's the person you least expect." She pondered, Omari thought hard - someone he trusted. Omari's friendship circle was always small somewhat since he lacked social skills but mostly because he couldn't trust anyone because once they knew you had something they wanted they were quick to turn on you.

It had taken a lot for Omari to get where he was today - many people close to him were killed in the process for him to remain King but at what cost? The near-death of his mother and sister? The shooting of his childhood best friend and the betrayal of his ex. Omari wasn't so optimistic this time that he would win; fearing his reign of the streets would soon be over - leaving it to his right hand, Quincy if anything were to happen.

Yet, the only thing that remotely scared him was the fear of anything happening to Maya. He couldn't bear the thought. She had become the new light of his life and he would kill anyone just to see her smile.