Crumbling Paradise

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So somebody dying. Either Kentrell or Jahseh.....
Y'all pick or i'mma pick for you😂😂😂

Anyways is it mismatched, mix matched matchy matchy orrrr???

You already know ion proof read😂😂😂

Omniscient........

Kentrell drove around for hours just to make sure they weren’t being followed. Jahseh fell back asleep his hand somehow still gripping tightly onto Kentrell’s. He’d called Sheyaa and told him what was going on and both of them were already brainstorming  ideas. This was now more serious than they had thought. Someone really was out there ruining Jahseh’s life and did actually kill Ms. Cleo. That was where their paths crossed. If they were being completely honest none of them really cared for Jahseh except Kentrell. They all were connected by Ms. Cleo. Her death wouldn’t go unpunished. None of them would allow it. 

Kentrell pulled up somewhere at last. An open clearing on an open road somewhere in Queens. He pulled up a short distance away from a black Maserati. Looking around unsure, he grabbed his piece then kissed Jahseh quickly on the lips before taking his hand back as slow as he could so as not to wake him up. Finally managing to do that, he got out of the car leaving the engine running just incase something popped up. He approached the car cautiously where a man was leaning against it smoking a cigarette.

“Finally decide to show up.” The man hummed still puffing out smoke from the cancerous stick. Kentrell didn’t say anything. He just looked around some more. He wasn’t even sure he made the right decision by coming here. All alone. No back up or nothing but by the looks of it the man was alone too. “Chill out. No need to be so paranoid.” The other male grumbled taking a long puff of the cigarette.

“Tell me why I’m here.” Kentrell muttered keeping his piece on standby. The man put out his cigarette then his eyes darted past Kentrell to the car. He could make out Jahseh’s form inside from the windshield. “Aye yes here dawg.” Kentrell stepped to the side a lil. “You either speak up or I’m out.”

“Hmmm well you’re here cause we both want the same thing.” The man said eyes darting to the car again.

“Which is?’ Kentrell turned his lip up confused.

“His safety.” The man nodded towards the car. “And to catch the motherfucker behind all this.” The two men held eye contact gauging each other.

“And why would I team up with you? Ion know you like that nigga.” Kentrell still couldn’t figure out why this man reached out to him.

“But I know you.” The man smiled. “ You Sherhonda’s boy ain’t you? I knew yah gran ma too. Real sweet lady.” His words threw Kentrell off. How would he know that? Most importantly should he even trust the guy?

“You knew my mama? My gran ma too? Who you is?” now Kentrell was curious.

“Don’t mind that. I got  a safe place for both of y’all to go. No one will find you there. Stay there for as long as necessary and don’t tell anyone where y’all are. Here.” The man then stretched his hand out which had a bunch of keys. Kentrell stared at them skeptically. E wasn’t just about to trust this random ass person even if he somehow knew his people.

“Why should I listen to you? How I even know you not a opp yourself?” he questioned. The man looked back at the car again for a solid minute then licked his lips.

“Cause that right there is my pregnant son and I’d be damned if something else bad happens to him.”