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Tyson spat the blood & the few teeth Rome had broken out on the floor, “Kill me now muthafucka'! Just know my bitches gon' be on that ass. I gotta' whole army behind me, starting wit' Janae,” he said smiling, blood covering his teeth.

“Rock, bring them up,” Rome spoke into the microphone before he viciously hit Tyson again. Soon, Janae and Tiffany were walking through door, followed by Torrence. Janae looked at Tyson with disgust. He had used her to get close to her man.

“Janae get me out this shit!” Tyson yelled. Torrece stood next to Rome as the two, along with the others, starred at Janae, Tiffany & Tyson.

“I told you,” Torrence spoke in a low voice, “I say you let her ass kill'em. If she do, you know she for you, and if she dont,” Torrence stopped and looked at Rome, he began to nod his head. He cocked his gun back.

“Ace!” Ty yelled into the microphone, “Yo man, they just shot up ya' moms place, it's a fuckin blood bath! Niggas laid out all down the street! We gotta get up outta here, quick!” he said. Rome's blood boiled as he began to think of the worse, someone killing Joy or Michelle. Or worst, both. He couldn't lose the most important women in his life. One had just betrayed him, he couldn't handle losing the other two. He began to breath loudly as Tyson snickered. “Hope you told the lil bitch bye before she died. You took my fam I took yours!” he said, screaming with venom and hatred in his tone.

“Fuck!” Rome cursed from the pit of his stomach. With all the muscles he had in his body, he repeatedly bashed Tysons head with the gun. “Agh! Agh! Agh!” he screamed as he repeatedly bashed Tyson in his head, blood covered the both of there faces. He wasn't beating Tyson for what he did, but also for what Rome had done. He was fed up with himself, he hurt Joy and Mitchell just as much as Tyson had.

“Rome!” Janae cried out as she ran to stop him, pushing him away from Tyson.

“Rome?” Tyson coughed. Rome snatched the black mask away from his face. He violently grabbed Janae by her arm and stood her in front of Tyson. “You want your killer? There she go!” he said full of anger, forcefully pushing Janae towards Tyson.

“What the fuck?” Tyson spat, looking at Janae for an explanation. Janae closed her eyes, not wanting to even admit it. Things had gotten so turned around so quickly, she knew exactly how it looked, she had been dealt a bad hand.

“You set me up?” Rome questioned as he stood directly behind her. Janae turned around, ready to confess all that she knew. It was all just a miss understanding. “Rome no-” before she could say anything else, Rome pinned his .47 to her. “Prove it,” he said looking her dead in her eyes. Janae looked into the eyes of a stranger. He let go of the gun as she gripped it. She no longer knew what she was doing, slowly, she turned around and faced Tyson.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Tyson spat as he tried to break free of the rope and handcuff. Janae aimed and closed her eyes.

“I can't!” Janae choked as tears drowned her red face. She dropped the .47 and dashed towards the door. “You foul ass nigga!” Tiffany spat as she turned to follow Janae.

Rome began to nod his head, it all added up, she couldn't murder her partner. Ty's call repeated in his head, They just shot up ya' moms place! Tyson's reply only made his fate worst: Hope you told the lil bitch bye before she died. Rome grabbed the pistol, “Light his ass up.” Four AK-47s went off simultaneously, emptying every chamber. Tyson's funeral would definitely be a closed casket. His body wouldn't make it to a church though, nah. Tyson Edwards mysteriously disappeared. No one was gonna find those body parts....well, pieces.

Chapter Thirty-Two; "911, What's your Emergency?"
Early Sunday Morning
-November 22, 2007-

Desire sat panicked in the hospital waiting area as she rocked back and forth. She had gone through hell:

Everything was fine, she was leaving from her apartment and got in her car like she always did. Someone yanked her passenger door opened and got in along with her, pointing a small pistol in her face. She froze. He made it clear she wasn't to move or she wouldn't move again in her life; his name was Tyson, who ended up being Dre's cousin. Desire hadn't seen Dre since she returned, and she was glad, now all of a sudden she finds out he's dead? It was obvious she didn't know anything about Dre being murdered after she hysterically cried over him. Desire and Dre had history. He was perfect at one time, that was the Dre she was still in love with, the Dre that kept her coming back time after time. But that was along time ago, this was now, and a part of her was glad he was dead.

Tyson was stupid. He came on to her, heavy. If the apartment security had not come when they did, there was no telling what could have happened. During their tussle, the gun was knocked into the backseat, and the side of Desire's face had been stamped with red from Tyson's hand. Like Desire figured, Tyson was stupid, he ended up jumping out of the car when the security opened the door. They escorted her to her apartment and made sure she was okay. After she calmed down and finally built up the nerve to leave, she headed towards Floyd's place. She knew he was at the party and the only reason she didn't go was because she knew Rome and his girl would be there, she and Rome still had unfinished business and she didn’t feel up to the tension. She decided she would wait for Floyd to return from the party at Rome's when she heard a cell phone ringing, only it wasn't hers.

She reached down onto the floor board of the passenger seat and grabbed the vibrating device. Tyson had dropped his phone. She let the phone ring as she just starred at it. Finally, who ever it was hung up. Her hand flew up to her mouth as she laid her eyes on his wallpaper. It was a picture of him holding Janae by her waist, and Tiffany posing with a big LV bag, they were all leaning on a green BMW. “Oh my God,” she whispered. Her conscience wouldn't let her put the phone down, she went through his messages. Her heart almost jumped out of her chest when her own phone began to ring. She looked down to see “Incoming Call: KeeKee ”.

“Hello?” she asked, wondering why her boyfriends baby mama was calling.

“Floyd?” KeeKee cried.

“Desire. What is it that you need?” she asked nonchalant.

“You gotta help me, please! There's, there's blood everywhere!”

“Okay, okay just hang on, I'm on my way!” Desire said frantically as she tossed both her phone and Tyson's in the passenger seat. She sped away from her apartments all the way across town to KeeKee's home. It was obvious she had been jumped. “What happened?!” Desire yelled as she looked at the gruesome scene. KeeKee held a towel to her bleeding belly as she cried, talking was out of the question. The two sped to the hospital with Desire blowing up Floyd's phone. He picked up the phone not once. They made it to the ER, and there she was. She found herself reading through Tyson's messages until she came across a name she recognized, Janae. “The fuck?” she questioned as she sat up.

**

It was one o'clock in the morning and Desire had called and called Floyd. KeeKee was still in surgery, there was no telling what happened, no one had came to talk to her since they rushed KeeKee into surgery. Tyson's phone had died, but she had read everything she needed to know about Ms. Janae. Her cell phone rang and immediately she knew it was Floyd.

“Where have you been? Huh?” she wanted to yell, but she reminded herself of where she was.

“Shit went down, I'll tell you later, we headed to the hospital.....they got Romes moms' place.” Just as he said that, Desire watched as Mitchell, Romes mother, unknowing to Des, past by frantically with a stretcher and a crew of ER nurses. They both stared at each other, it was like everything was going in slow motion, and in that moment, Mitchell past on by, just like another stranger.

“Oh my God, I-I-I think I just saw her,” she said as she watched Mitchell walk through the double doors.

“What? Where you at?” Floyd questioned.

“Im at the ER with your baby's mama. I don't know what happened, but there was blood, every where, you need to get here, fast. We're at Childrens & Womens,” she said as she walked back and forth anxiously in the lobby.

“Fuck!” Floyd said, hitting his steering wheel. His breathing became heavier as he pushed down on the accelerator, “we on our way over there anyway.” he said, trying to hide his hurt emotions.

“Floyd!” Desire yelled before he hung up.

“Yeah?”

“We gotta talk, soon,” she said as she looked at Tyson's dead phone.

**

It wasn't long before the sound of high hills were clashing against the tile floors of the hospital. Desire lifted her sleepy eyes up to see both Janae and Tiffany. No one said a word, they all figured they were there for the same reason; they weren't. The elevator chimed and they all watched Rome and Floyd step out. “Baby!” Desire called out as she rushed over to him.

“Nae,” Tiffany whispered, “aint that Tyson's phone??” she questioned. Janae looked over at the phone that laid in the chair next to the one Desire was sitting in. Sure enough, that was Tyson's phone, they could tell by his custom NY skin on it. But what was Desire doing with it? Janae knew that her alibi sat in the messages she and Tyson had shared. She always deleted them from her phone, she only wished Tyson hadn't done the same, it was her only way to prove herself innocent. Now she had to figure out a way to get it from Des.

Desire embraced Floyd tightly before releasing him. She looked the two of them up and down, “What the hell happened?” she questioned in a low voice. Rome rudely brushed past her, ignoring her question as he headed directly towards Janae. How could she have the audacity to come here after the shit she just pulled?

“Rome!?” a panicked voice yelled out. Before he could look, Mitchell slapped him across his face with all the strength she had left. “You did this!” she screamed. He wasn't shocked or mad. He had caused all of this. His little sister was lying in a hospital bed because of him. Rome wrapped his strong arms around her to stop her from punching him and to calm her down. He held his small framed mother in his arms as she cried out for her possibly dying daughter. Rome held his taunting tears in as he gripped Michelle tighter.

**

Mitchell slept as she leaned on Rome, his arm around hers. Desire and Floyd were at the drink machines and Tiffany had stepped out to get some fresh air. The open lobby was silent and awkward being that Janae and Rome were on opposite sides. She took a deep breath and walked over and sat down next to Rome, placing him between her and Mitchell.

“Rome you have to know I had nothing to do with this! I would never hurt you or Joy, you know that,” she paused, “I know, I know how it looks but I promise you I can prove to you that I had nothing to do with it. You just have to believe me and give me a chance, please,” she said in a low voice. His silence hurt the worst. Desire came back around the corner with two water bottles. “Here, Rome,” she said handing him the bottle, “somebody's gotta take better care of you, you got blood all over your face,” she said. “Thanks,” Rome said in a shallow tone. Maybe she didn't mean anything by it, but to Jane, she was disrespecting her as Rome's girlfriend, if she was still that. Janae rolled her eyes and looked away. Desire caught the gesture and laughed sarcastically, “I promise this ain't what you want.” she said before turning around.

“Excuse me? You wanna repeated that?” Janae questioned as she stood up. “' Somebody's gotta take better care of you' what was that suppose to mean?” Janae said, mimicking Desire's voice. Desire just stood and watched Janae make a fool of herself.

“I told you one time, and I don't repeat myself,” Desire replied nonchalant, “Get ya' broad Rome.” she said turning to sit down.


“Oh what's wrong? Mad cause I killed the last one and took the next?” Janae said, speaking of Dre and Rome. Desire turned in her hills.

"Janae" Rome said, sick of the too of them bickering. He got up, “this is not the place nor the time. You definitely don't need to be saying shit,” he said looking her up and down.
 
"No Rome, " Des said, tired of keeping her thoughts to herself, "I got this," she said before stepping in front of him. Rome let it go, if they wanted to fight, he wasn't gonna stop it. He wasn't about to babysit two grown ass women; he had his own problems to deal with and neither Janae nor Desire were one of them. He disappeared around the corner.

Desire stepped to Janae, toe to toe, "Trust, if I wanted him, I would've gotten him a long ass time ago. I got mines. You need to worry about why your lil boyfriend tryna' make a come up," Janae sucked her teeth and looked away. "Hit a soft spot, huh?" Desire said, "How about you tell Rome who put Joy in the hospital and why the same nigga was blowin up your phone. Like I said, this, is nothing you want." Desire replied with a serious attitude. Janae mugged her as Des smoothly walked away satisfied. Des sat next to Floyd as he held his face in his hands, he hadn't paid them any attention when he walked in. Desire rubbed his back, "Baby I'm sure they're all fine, you want me to go check?" she asked. Floyd nodded, he had tried, but he could find the words to say. He didn't even know KeeKee's full name, and he couldn't say he was the father of her child, they would arrest him on the spot. He had fucked up, bad. Being a father had never scared him so much till now. Losing his kid was the last thing he ever wanted. Regret hit him like a ton of bricks. He was a worst father to his unborn child than his father was to him. He prayed to God that He would bless him with a second chance to make it right.



Apologies for typos!
Hope yall enjoy thiss!

so what are yall thinkin??
iWant reviews!!!!

Damn...Amazing Add!!

Man i think Joy and the baby gone make it!
And i think this situation gone change Floyd completely!! *A good change*

With Rome i think its gone be a change with him as well but i also think he gone still want revenge and end up taking it out on Nae and Tiff since they were so close to Tyson!

How long me and Nae gone bump heads with each other till our real feelings come out??

Did me and Floyd talk at the drink machines??
And where is the rest of the gang???


please add soon

waiting on an add .

Someone needs to add!!!!!!! lol

Ooooo New Page = New Add!!!
Leggoo!!!!

yur right yur right...i'll see what i can do today =)

Chapter Thirty-Three;
“911, what's your emergency?”2

"Baby I'm sure they're all fine, you want me to go check?" she asked. Floyd nodded, he had tried, but he could find the words to say. He didn't even know KeeKee's full name, and he couldn't say he was the father of her child, they would arrest him on the spot. He had fucked up, bad. Being a father had never scared him so much till now. Losing his kid was the last thing he ever wanted. Regret hit him like a ton of bricks. He was a worst father to his unborn child than his father was to him. He prayed to God that He would bless him with a second chance to make it right.


“What did the doctor say?” Floyd asked anxiously as he got up to meet Desire.

“The nurse said the doctor will be out in a minute. They just finished up, he should be coming around the corner soon,” she said wrapping her arms around his waist. “Everything's gonna be fine, okay?” she spoke looking up at him. He said nothing, only kissed her forehead then placed his on hers.

"KeeKee Watson?" the doctor spoke. They all looked up to see an older Hispanic guy, dressed in a white lab coat.

"Yes, that's, that's us," Desire said as she parted from Floyd who was right behind her.

"How is she?" Floyd asked anxiously.

"She's fine, -"

"What about the baby?" Floyd interrupted.

"Floyd, let the man talk," Desire chimed in.

"Ms. Watson is fine as of now. We're still trying with her baby. If the baby does pull through she will have to have an early labor." the doctor finished. Floyd exhaled.

"How early we talking?" he asked.

"Her seventh or eighth month, there is a strong possibility that even if the baby does make it, carrying the baby to full term could kill Ms. Watson and her baby. There hasn't been any sign that her baby has been infected yet-"

"Infected? What you mean infected?" Floyd asked with curious mug on his face.

"I'm sorry to be the one to inform you, but Ms. Watson has syphilis. We cant tell how long she's had it, and for the baby's sake, we can't cure her right now. The cure is too powerful for the baby's heart to handle. That is why we want to do an early delivery, to cure her without harming the baby. If Ms. Watson has had this for a while, it could kill her. This is a very serious disease that if it is not cured, she may not be able to have children again. Ms. Watson is going to have to stay in the hospital until she is nursed back to health, and after that will be the time of her delivery. She and the baby will still have to be in the hospital even after that." the doctor finally finished.

Floyd just starred. He was so hurt he could cry right now. Syphilis? How the fuck did she get that? The same way she got pregnant. Floyd knew he didn't have it, he didn't have any symptoms and he had gotten tested like three weeks after he smashed KeeKee, he was negative to everything. He smashed a chick in Atlanta when he went with Kaylee, but he strapped up then too. Not that it was okay, but still. He knew KeeKee didn't get it from him, and his mind, the chances of that kid being his were slim to none now. Floyd couldn't help but to try to figure out who was she still fucking? Everything in his head was telling him this wasn't his kid. But something in him wouldn't let it go. He didn't care about KeeKee, she was a freak before she met him, and she was a freak now. She wasn't his concern now, the baby was.

"What exactly happened?" Floyd asked.

"She was beaten up, really bad. Do any of you know her boyfriend, or her baby's father? In many cases the father isn't ready to be just that, a father. So they do some crazy things." Everyone's eyes kinda searched the room for a moment, wondering what to say. If Floyd spoke up, the doctor could have him arrested for allegedly beating on KeeKee, then the whole age difference would come up, and he would be charged with a felony. The shit I get my dumbass into Floyd thought to himself as he wiped his face with his hand.

"I don't know her that well, I'm just here in the place of her mother until she has a chance to come, I'm sure she can answer all of your questions, Doctor," Janae spoke up.

"That will be good. KeeKee was underweight to be pregnant, she hadn't eaten much, if anything at all. She could be charged with child neglect to her unborn baby as well as her mother to her."

"Doctor!" a nurse hesitantly said, "come quick!" she urged.

"Excuse me," the doctor said as he turned to run towards where the nurse was.

Rome returned to his seat next to his mother.

"Rome it's been two and half hours, what are they doing to my baby?" Mitchell asked. Rome wrapped his arms around her. He didn't know what to tell her. This was all his fault. Why couldn't he just do right? He use to look at Floyd and ask the same question. That nigga had it all, fat ass house, fine ass mama, and a living father. Rome never realized Floyd didn't have Joy. Joy was Rome's world, and if anything happened to her, he would never forgive himself.

"Joy Banks," a female doctor spoke as she walked into the lobby. Mitchell shot up.

"Where's my baby?!" she almost screamed.

"She's in ICU, we were able to removed the bullet from her left leg. But she will walk with a limp until it fully heals. She will have to wear cast and be carried to where she needs to go. She's strong little girl. If you follow me I can show you where she is," the doctor said as she turned. Everyone moved forward, "I'm sorry but, all of you can't come, visiting hours are over, in cases like this the parent or closest too are only allowed, I'm really sorry," she said.

"Go head ma'." Rome said. He kissed her forehead and handed her his phone, "video call Janae's phone when you get in there. Just got to her name in the address book, go to 'options' and touch 'video call'," Rome said. Mitchell anxiously nodded her head as she started to follow the doctor. "Gimme' your phone," he turned to Janae. She pulled out her phone and handed it to him. Everyone sat back down and anxiously waited for Mitchell to make the call. Des and Floyd sat on the opposite side of Janae and Rome while Tiffany sat two seats down from Floyd.

"Wait, where is everybody?" Tiffany asked.

"The rest of the boys went on to X to make sure nothing else happened." Floyd said sipping his now warm water. "Janae," he said looking up at her, "thanks." he said, thanking her for getting the doctor off of the baby daddy subject. Janae only smiled.

"How the fuck did Joy end up at my moms place?" Rome blurted out randomly. "She left with Ben and them, right? So how the fuck did she get back to my moms house?" Everyone just starred, he was right. Joy was there at the party, hell it was her party, she was there when everyone was walking out of Rome's place to go to X. Kaylee had her and Khiry had that lil girl that came with Torrence.

"Yo' call them niggas up and see what happened, some aint adding up," Rome said as he got up and walked over to the elevator.

"Where you going?" Janae asked.

"To get some air, I'll be back, just chill till you hear some else." he said walking into the elevator.

Janae exhaled as she sat back helplessly. There was nothing she could do anyway.

"Aye Nae, let me talk to you for a minute," Tiffany spoke as she got up. Janae got up as well, wondering what Tiff wanted. They got into the elevator.

"What's up?" Janae asked as the elevator door closed.

"Just wait till we get to the car," Tiffany said. They stepped out of the elevator and headed towards the front with the large sliding glass doors.

"You see Rome anywhere?" Janae asked as they stepped out into the cold air. Tiffany stopped in her tracks and looked back.

"Rome?" she asked as she looked at Janae like she was crazy, "Are you serious? This nigga just tried to make you kill Tyson," Tiffany said with a stuck up look on her face.

"You're only mad because he did it before you could," Janae said, giving her the same face.

"He cheated with Desire," she said folding her arms and raising her eye brow.

"Allegedly, " Janae said rolling her neck, "look, i love him, and if it is true, it is what it is. He cant change that now just like i cant change the fact that I knew Tyson. I wish i didn't but i did. I had no idea he was coming down here, let alone to get at Rome for doing something I actually did. I did that to Dre, and Tyson would have killed him for that. If Rome can forgive me for even knowing Tyson, then I can forgive him for fucking Desire." Janae said in an assuring tone. Tiffany looked at her.

"Well look at you," Tiffany smiled, "I guess you growing up." She said before she started to walk again.

"So why we gotta go to your car?"

"Just come on," Tiffany said as she pressed the unlock buttons on her key. They got in and Tiffany turned on her car. She grabbed her car charger and plugged it into her phone.

"You brought me out here to charge your phone?" Janae asked. "I'm out, it's clod ass fuck out here," she said, opening her door.

"Not mines, Tyson's."

"You sneaky bitch," Janae smiled as she closed the door. Janae went through his phone, Tyson had all of the messages they had ever sent each other.

"Who's your girl?" Tiffany asked as she smirked.

"You know you my girl," Janae said as she hugged Tiffany.

"You wont believe who gave it to me," Tiffany said.

"Desire?" Janae asked.

"Mhhm, she may not be as bad as we thought."

"Or maybe trying to suck up to the fact that she fucked Rome," Janae said.

"Allegedly," Tiffany smirked.


Apologies for typos!


So, what are yall thinking?
KeeKee and her std?
Could Rome & Des have fxck'd?
& I jst ddnt tell yall yet? hehe
What about floyd nd this baby
stuff??

reviews plz! y'all really wont
believe what happens next!

Damn!!
I dont think Floyd the baby daddy!!!
I wonder who KeeKee got that std from.
This about to be some shit!!

And really did me and Rome fuck....when and where was i when this happen!?!?! lol
And who told Nae that we "FUCKED"....

Im glad Joy okay!!!
But how did she get back to her moms??
something aint right!!!
I think one of they 'boys' set them up!!!!

Mmmm and i wonder why i just gave Tiff the phone?????


add soon please ma'am!!!!!

upz

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Chapter Thirty-Four;
“My Brother's Keeper”

"How the fuck did Joy end up at my moms place?" Rome blurted out randomly. "She left with Ben and them, right? So how the fuck did she get back to my moms house?" Everyone just starred, he was right. Joy was there at the party, hell it was her party, she was there when everyone was walking out of Rome's place to go to X. Kaylee had her and Khiry had that lil girl that came with Torrence.

"Yo' call them niggas up and see what happened, some aint adding up," Rome said as he got up and walked over to the elevator.

"Where you going?" Janae asked.

"To get some air, I'll be back, just chill till you hear some else." he said walking into the elevator.

Janae exhaled as she sat back helplessly. There was nothing she could do anyway.

"Aye Nae, let me talk to you for a minute," Tiffany spoke as she got up. Janae got up as well, wondering what Tiff wanted. They got into the elevator.

"What's up?" Janae asked as the elevator door closed.

"Just wait till we get to the car," Tiffany said. They stepped out of the elevator and headed towards the front with the large sliding glass doors.

"You see Rome anywhere?" Janae asked as they stepped out into the cold air. Tiffany stopped in her tracks and looked back.

"Rome?" she asked as she looked at Janae like she was crazy, "Are you serious? This nigga just tried to make you kill Tyson," Tiffany said with a stuck up look on her face.

"You're only mad because he did it before you could," Janae said, giving her the same face.

"He cheated with Desire," she said folding her arms and raising her eye brow.

"Allegedly, " Janae said rolling her neck, "look, i love him, and if it is true, it is what it is. He cant change that now just like i cant change the fact that I knew Tyson. I wish i didn't but i did. I had no idea he was coming down here, let alone to get at Rome for doing something I actually did. I did that to Dre, and Tyson would have killed him for that. If Rome can forgive me for even knowing Tyson, then I can forgive him for fucking Desire." Janae said in an assuring tone. Tiffany looked at her.

"Well look at you," Tiffany smiled, "I guess you growing up." She said before she started to walk again.

"So why we gotta go to your car?"

"Just come on," Tiffany said as she pressed the unlock buttons on her key. They got in and Tiffany turned on her car. She grabbed her car charger and plugged it into her phone.

"You brought me out here to charge your phone?" Janae asked. "I'm out, it's clod ass fuck out here," she said, opening her door.

"Not mines, Tyson's."

"You sneaky bitch," Janae smiled as she closed the door. Janae went through his phone, Tyson had all of the messages they had ever sent each other.

"Who's your girl?" Tiffany asked as she smirked.

"You know you my girl," Janae said as she hugged Tiffany.

"You wont believe who gave it to me," Tiffany said.

"Desire?" Janae asked.

"Mhhm, she may not be as bad as we thought."

"Or maybe trying to suck up to the fact that she fucked Rome," Janae said.

"Allegedly," Tiffany smirked.

With Rome

Janae's phone lit up in Rome's lap. He pressed answer.

"Rome you there?" Mitchell asked.

"Yea, yea - let me see her," he spoke into the phone. Mitchell pointed the phone towards a sleeping Joy. His heart warmed up, she was alright. She had a small, pink caste on her leg which was elevated. "Ma?" Rome asked.

"Yea baby?"

"How did you get Joy?" he asked, "She was at my place."

"I know, I came to get her before Carlos got home, I didn't feel like hearing his mouth. When I came Ben told me they were on their way to drop her off at my place. So I took her home before Carlos would notice she wasn't there." Rome understood everything now, Ben was just covering for what they were really doing, everything was making sense.

"He know what happened to Joy? Where he at?" Rome asked furiously.

"I tried to call him, but his phone was off, but I don't care. Both of my babies are safe. That's all that matters to me right now," Mitchell said, smiling a little, "I love you, Rome."

"Love you too ma'. This phone 'bout to die, I'ma be up there in a minute." he pressed 'END' and sat with his head hung low. He was on the steps on the side of the main entrance. "You see Rome anywhere?" he heard...

\***/

Torrence and Khiry walked up the front entrance steps of the hospital, with the police right behind them. They both were in a rush. Rome wasn't answering any calls, and neither was Janae, Khiry had tried.

"Rome!" Torrence called out. Rome was at the elevator, about to go in.

"What's up?" He asked, wondering what else was going on, and why the cops were behind them. His eyes went from the cops to Torrence. Torrence dapped him. "Something went down?" Rome asked under his breath, he didn't need anymore bad news.

"Yea, we good though, we gotta' take them to see ya' moms, I'll explain later." Torrence said quickly. The five of them cramed into the elevator. Floyd and Desire's eyes bulged when they saw the cops walking in behind Rome and Torrence. They both looked away. "Baby I'm gonna be here waiting," Khiry spoke softly as she sat down in the empty seats.

"Banks?" Rome said to the nurse at the counter. She timidly looked through her clip board, "307, down that hall and a left," she pointed. Her nosey eyes watched as the four men walked down the hall. "Mitchell," Rome spoke as he closed Joy's door behind himself, only he had entered. "Yeah baby?" she spoke. "It's some cops outside, they wanna talk to you," he said. "Probably a report for what happened," she said, "stay in here with Joy.” Mitchell opened the door to see Torrence and the two cops standing in the hall. "Hey, Torrence, you can go in there with Rome if you like," she suggested. She was only doing Torrence a favor. He hated being alone with cops as rarely as it happened. Torrence closed the door behind him.

"They're here for the report," Rome said, leaning on the bottom of Joy's bed. "Yeah....but not for what you think," Torrence replied. Rome looked at him. "Look," Torrence, spoke in a whisper, "you know how I came to your place with Aria?" Torrence asked, "Adrien had her for sell, they ended up at some motel, I opened the door and some nigga was about to rape her. I didn't see much but I saw enough, I got his ass twice and I got Aria the hell up outta' there." he finished.

“What that got to do with this? I mean, that's fucked up and shit, but what that got to do with what's going on now?"

"When you and Floyd came here, I stopped by your moms place to see what the damage was. I got info that the cops were already there, before anybody got shot. Carlos was found dead in a motel room, shot twice in his back. You see what I'm getting at?" Torrence asked. The connection was made in Rome's head. His body boiled as he glared at his little sister who lie helplessly in a hospital bed. Neither he nor Mitchell protected her from this, what the hell else had they failed to protect her from? Rome bit down on his lip as he began to breath heavily.

"Fuck!" he yelled, punching the silver door of the closet in Joy's room The last thing Rome wanted to think about was Carlos putting his hands on Joy like that. He knew Carlos had hit on her, but was that all? Had Carlos been molesting Joy under the same roof as her mother? "I kno you heated right now, but you need to calm down, the cops right outside. After all the shit that just went down, we'on need no extra attention from nobody, it's a time and a place to handle all this." Rome walked over to the tinted, hard, glass window and slammed his fist down on it. He whipped the bottom of his face with his hand as he exhaled. Words couldn't explain how he felt right now. He knew Torrence was right, but now he only wanted Carlos alive, just to send him to hell. Moments later Mitchell walked in, her expression one of confusion and hurt.

"You new bout that shit?" Rome asked Mitchell as he came towards her. She shook her head and put her hands on his chest.

"I don't need this right now Rome, whatever it is, it can wait," Mitchell said in broken speech, she had no idea Rome knew the whole story. She was only told that her husband had been found murdered in a motel room. Rome pushed her hands away.

"Carlos was murdered for trying to rape a lil girl. Was he doing that shit to Joy?" he asked straight forwardly in an angered as one hand pointed back at Joy while his eyes pierced Mitchell's.. He hoped to God her answer was no, because if it wasn't, he was done with her.

"Oh my God," Mitchell spoke breathlessly as she put her small hand over her mouth, salty tears rushed down her cheeks, leaving light red trails on them as they feel. She had endangered her child.

"Was he doing that shit to Joy?!" Rome roared.

"No! I slept with Joy every night. He has never been alone with Joy nor had the chance to touch her since he hit her," Mitchell roared back, her eyes turning red from fear, confusion, and guilt. "I've let you talk to me, any kind of way you felt because I thought I deserved it. But no, I don't. Don't you ever come to me like that again. I will lay down and die before I let anybody hurt her or you. You walked out! I never gave you up! You thought you were a man so I let you be one, and I let you leave. You wanted to be with your uncle and I couldn't stop you. And look what happened to you. You think I don't know what you do? What you've done? Why all this happened? Huh? I'm covering for you and your uncle's ass, you think I don't know why my house was shot up? How my daughter ended up here? I may not have been the perfect mother but I tried my best, but apparently my best wasn't good enough. You are my son and I still love you, no matter what, but you keep coming at me crazy I'ma have to show you something." Mitchell said, though tears were in her eyes, her tone demanded respect. Rome stood a foot taller than her, looking down. He had forgotten whose wife his mother was first. Some of Rome's father had rubbed off on Mitchell. It hit him hard that Mitchell thought she wasn't good enough, she was, he was just rebellious at times, and she was ignorant to things. He was glad to know Carlos hadn't had the chance to touch Joy, or Aria for that matter. And as harsh as it may sound, he was glad Carlos was dead, he was glad he didn't have to kill him. The hospital door opened and a nurse stepped in.

"Excuse me, but there is too much noise coming from this room, someone is going to have to leave or I'm going to have to call security." The nurse said. Rome started to say something.

"Don't say anything, just go," Mitchell said, patting Rome on his chest, she new he was still a burning keg, just like his father.

Both Torrence and Rome walked around the corner to see Floyd and Desire kissing. "I'm guessing good news?" Rome asked sarcastically.

"The baby's gonna' be fine, what about Joy?" Desire asked.

"She's good." the elevator door opened and Janae and Tiffany stepped out. Janae walked over to Rome.

"Can we talk? I think I can explain everything," Janae said, showing Rome Tyson's phone. Rome looked at her, he took a deep breath.

"No, not now," he said. He took her hand and sat down. He had heard everything she said to Tiffany, but he still had his suspicions. He couldn't just let her back into his life so easily. Joy was safe, KeeKee and the baby were fine, and Carlos' trifling ass was dead. Everything was at peace. The elevator door opened and Mikhail (Waka) walked out.

"We gotta' get the fuck up outta here', bitch got shot at the club, they talking witnesses!" Everybody got up.

"Look, everybody go to Janae's place, it's the closet here. Somebody call Floyd when yall get there. If anybody asks anything, don't say shit, I'm serious," Rome said looking in the eyes of the four women. They all nodded. Everyone hugged their guy, not wanting to let go. "Janae make sure Mitchell has your house number," he kissed her forehead before loading up in the elevator with Floyd, Torrence, and Mikhail.

The four men pulled up to Saint's mansion. By now it had started raining. They walked into Church, along with Saint was the soldier who had shot Macy, CJ.

"Have a seat," Saint's tone was cold, yet pissed. They all sat down. "Where's everybody else?" Saint asked.

"X" Rome replied.

"We went over this, time and time again, and still, somebody fucked it up," Saint said in a calm tone. "You knew the plan, you knew what to do, Torrence did his job. So what the fuck happened down stairs and why was their a dead body!?"

"I don't even know who the fuck this is! That's yo' nigga, you put that nigga on, not us." Rome spat.

"Big shit talker over there was showing out the whole time. If anybody gone' be identified it's gon' be him." Torrence in an angered tone.

"Fuck you, I had business to handle, the bitch wouldn't shut up."

"I'll come 'cross this muthafuckin table -"

"Rock, stop," Saint spoke. Torrence was so ready to shoot. Saint continued to talk .

"I gotta few people working with me in the force, if there is any evidence that any of you were there it will disappear. As for witnesses, we just gotta wait it out and see who comes forward. I got the club tapes here, they're being burned as we speak. Show has been taken care of. As for you, CJ," Saint said, looking over at the guy, "you were way out of line last night. You pull some shit like that again and somebody will take you out. That's a guarantee." Saint looked at Rome, Floyd, Torrence & Khail, "The drop has been made to Dominick and Shane, y'all just gotta handle the clubs and the studio for now, till the next drop – The doors of the church are now open," Saint said restlessly.

Torrence walked out of Church still a bit timid. Carlos had a murder case now, the only witness that would say something was Adrien, if a money reward was offered, he was on that shit and would do anything to get his next high. He had no idea of what Mitchell wanted to do, or if the motel had cameras in the lobby. If he got caught, that was a life sentence. Life never seemed so short till now. He couldn't imagine being locked up with a bunch of niggas for the rest of his life.

"Aye, you need to talk to Saint about that shit, I'm telling you if anybody can get to any evidence first, it's gone be him, it's beneficial working for that nigga. Do what you got to do," Rome said, he could see the worry on his Torrence's face. "Handle that," he said as he dapped Torrence. Torrence nodded his head as Rome went on. He turned around and headed back to church where Saint remained alone.

“Aye,” he spoke. Saint looked over as he was about to light his cigar.

“What's good?” Saint replied. Torrence bit down on his lip, “I did some fucked up shit last night.” he confessed.

“Close the door and sit down.” Saint instructed. He lit his cigar and as Torrence sat, he offered him one.

“Nah, I'm good.”

“So what is this about?”

“I killed a nigga last night for raping – trying to rape, my sister. It was a spur of the moment thing. I aint have plans on killing nobody last night, Show was different, this was -”

“Family?” Saint spoke smoothly as allowed the smoke to flow from his nose. Wondering how he knew what he was about to say, Torrence replied only with a simple, 'yeah'. “I know the feeling. Don't think cause I sit high I haven't been low. I killed my brother.” Saint said starring straight. His eyes red, smoke flowing from his mouth. “I'm the reason he's dead; I got him in the business therefore I am responsible for his death, partly at least. I was my brother's keeper and I failed. Had that been another nigga, I would've quit this shit a long time ago. He was family, my only brother. I killed him and all of a sudden I had a family to take care of, Rome and Mitchell. Mitchell wouldn't look at me, hell, she barely looked at Rome cause he favored Chandler so much. I couldn't quit this shit, this was fast money and I needed it, they needed it. I had taken a life and therefore I had to spare mine. This aint what I wanted to do with my life but it was what I could do at the time. Money rolled in and I started getting good at the shit. I didn't plan on getting the things I have the way I got them. I risked my life every time I made a drop, why? Cause I wasn't doing it for myself, I did that shit for family. My point is, you did that, without thinking, you were protecting your family at your freedom's cost and you didn't think twice about it. That wasn't a fuck up.” Saint said, “Who you consider your family determines your fuck up.”

Torrence began to nod his head, out of all the years he had worked for Saint, they had never had a conversation so deep.

“You don' put niggas down before, why this one so special?”

“It was Carlos...Mitchell's Carlos.”

“That was you? Congratulations.” Saint said nonchalant, he wasn't a friend of Carlos at all. Torrence looked at him.

“What? What you mean?”

“Shit was on the News a lil while before yall got here. You handled that well. You got some angels looking after you cause no evidence, if that is what you're wondering about, was found, besides the bullets. You got the gun?” Saint asked. Torrence nodded.

“Drop that shit off in the Weight Room, they can trace that shit if they find it on you. I respect what you did, son. Take my advice and get out of this shit while you young, cause once you waist deep in it, shit's like quicksand.”


Apologies for typos!


Ok i know i'm like super late
and i'm sorry, school has been
crazy. super sorry for any typos
ddnt have much time to re-read.
gonna try to add more frequently
though

hope yall enjoy this!

ohh yeaa.....did yall expect it
to be CARLOS?!?! and what do yall
think is coming up next?

I AM SO LATE AT ADDING MY COMMENT FOR THE LAST THREE ADDS. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME.

Well, WOW
Love the adds. I'm glad things seem to
have went smoothly.

Floyd. That baby is not urs. You not diseased so you speak and that skank is which therefore means that ain't yo baby. Glad it was an eye opener though cuz it now shows you growing up negro.

Torrence, my man Torrence. Family come first. Killing Carlos is only going to bring Mitchell and Rome closer which is vital is Joy is to be happy. No evidence YAY...I'm so glad. But I'm worried about the other eveidence now. The talk between you and Saint should mean so much cuz he was being real, and its obvious the best men will be respected the best.

Rome. We have to work things out. I can tell he has so much anger build up in him and eventually it will be released. Is it true about you and Desire though? I mean Tiff said you sleeping around now. Well as very well put in the story "If you can forgive me, I can forgive you." We gotta pull through. We been through too much to let small things cause us to fall apart. Time to rebuild and relive.

Love this story...UPZ.

Lmao!!!!
I just love how Nae talkin like floyd and all them right next to her!! lmao!!

And yes Floyd..that baby is not yours hun!!!
Once things like really settle down. He needs to see whats up with that.KeeKee needs to come clean.

Man them boys are covered by the blood cause Torrence aint had no evidence leading back to him and saint took care of the evidence at the club.

I am so so happy that Joy is okay and very glad that Carlos didn't get to her!
I Wonder whats gone happen when Rome and Nae talk. Will it be all good or will shit get out of hand.

I just got a feeling that this is not the end of everything!!
Add soon ma'am!!!!

Chapter Thirty-Five;
“Sixteen at War”

“Drop that shit off in the Weight Room, they can trace that shit if they find it on you. I respect what you did, son. Take my advice and get out of this shit while you young, cause once you waist deep in it, shit's like quicksand.”





Torrence pulled away from Saints mansion. His mind was a bit more collected than before. Knowing that the security tapes from the club were being burned and that Saint had a connect in the Police Dept. eased his mind even more. He wouldn't let his paranoia take the best of him. He got on the interstate and head back towards his side of town, but before heading home, he wanted to stop by Montey's (From Ch. 4). He took the third exit and drove through the dark yet busy, downtown streets. Montey's was a block away, but something on the cracked sidewalks stuck out like a sore thumb, Rachel. He drove up ahead of her and turned down the street next to Montey's and parked. He got out and stood next to his car as Rachel crossed the street, walking towards Montey's. She still held the duffle bag she had gotten from Show's, and she wasn't letting it go for nothing. She had ran from Show's all the way over here, probably hid in a ally somewhere too. He silently followed behind her, she slipped into Monety's. He fell back a couple feet then entered as well, he scoped out the place and noticed Rachel in a dark corner illuminated in an orange like glow from the dim lighting. Monety's was a low key joint, darkened in purple and orange lightening. It was slow, probably cause it was so damn early. Only a few people were there. A few people in their early forties danced to a slow song. All of them were tacky and drunk. Torrence sat on the opposite side of the building, where he had a clear view of Rachel.


She was timid, tapping her nails on the table. Hell, she couldn't sit still. She ordered, Torrence wondered what because she was damn near sixteen, she couldn't drink. She was dressed to look the age, but anyone could tell she didn't belong here. The waiter brought her her drink and left. She twirled her finger in her drink, and just like that, she took it to the head. What the fuck had happened to her? She was fucking for money and into under aged drinking. She called for another one, and one more after that. Her waiter lingered around her table longer, he slid in her booth and placed his arm around her. He grabbed her drink and pushed it towards her. She put her hand up and shook her head. He pushed the glass to her mouth, and once again, she took it to the head. He just sat there for a minute, watching her. His hand slid up her thigh, his lips met her neck, and all she could see were blurred colors of orange and purple, surrounded in darkness. “Stopp,” she breathed, she pushed him away, but he didn't give up. His hands pressed against her private area, he kissed her neck harder. “No, stop it!” she cried, she didn't know whether to push his hands away from her, or his face from her neck.

“Get the fuck outta' here!” Torrence said as he snatched the guy from the booth.

“Nigga chill, I got this shit,” he said, looking Torrence up and down. Rachel grabbed for her duffle bag and tried to navigate through the dark, dizzy room. “See what the fuck you just did!” he said as he through his hand up towards Rachel as she staggard out of Montey's.

“Nigga fuck you!” Torrence said punching ole dude dead in his nose. He fell back into the booth, hitting his head on the table first. Torrence was always one to pick fights. The few people dancing on the dance floor stopped to watch. Torrence rushed out of Montey's, looking both ways, wondering where Rachel had disappeared to. He jogged to the side of Montey's where his car was parked, and there she was, leaned against the dusted bricks of the building, crying. He dug his hands deep in his pockets. He didn't know why he wanted to go to Montey's before heading home, he had stopped drinking, but he was glad he did. He looked up at the sky, wondering if God had sent him there; maybe God was giving him the chance to save a life in the replacement of taking one. He walked in front of Rachel. Her head was down and tears were cascading down her cheeks. With his right index finger, he lifted her chin.

“Torrence?” Rachel sniffed. She quickly wiped her eyes. She had learned that no weakness could be shown in these streets. Torrence didn't know what to say, what could he say? God hadn't given him the words to speak, just the movements. He clicked the unlock button on his car key, the lights on his car came on then went off. Rachel looked at him, confused at the most, and almost disgusted, “What 'you want from me?” she asked.

“Nothing, just get in.” If only Torrence knew how many times she had heard that, how many times 'nothing' meant 'sex'. She shook her head.

“I can't..I can't do this any more!” she cried.

“I aint trying nothing, Rachel. I know yo' trust probably fucked up but you gon' have to trust me on this one. I got too much to lose to fuck up, I aint wit' that shit anyway. Look, it's cold as fuck out here, and you hungry, I can tell. Get in the car so I can go, I can't leave you out here.” he turned his back on her and walked over to side and opened the door, he looked back, and slowly, Rachel walked over to the passenger side. Torrence looked up to the sky, “Happy?” he smirked.


He was back on the interstate, and all was silent. He turned on the heat, and turned down the music.

“So what you doing out here?” he asked.

“None of your business,” Rachel said, focusing her eyes out of her window.

“Where's your sister, should I drop you off there?” he asked.

“No!” Rachel quickly replied, scare and horror haunting her voice, “no, I can't go back to her either.” Rachel's eyes were like wet marbles now, she still held her tears in though.

“Those clothes in that duffle bag?” Torrence asked, he felt he already knew the answer though. Rachel had no idea Torrence was the gunman who had spared her life only hours before, or the gunman who freed it as well. Torrence didn't know he had saved some many lives in one night, he was just there, acting in the moment.

“Everything I own is in that bag,” Rachel replied in a quiet voice, wrapping her arms around herself. Reality was setting in, she was alone, she had been alone. She had money but where would she go? Who would love her after what she's done? She felt a sting go through her heart and her eyes mimicked a beach's dust red sunset. Just as the the tides pushed ashore, just as they swayed back into the ocean, Rachel pulled her tears back, making sure they didn't slip from her red eyes.

Torrence remained quiet after that, it was clear he wasn't getting anything out of her tonight. He sped up to make his commute to home a bit quicker. He was glad Khiry was at Janae's, he wondered what she would say if she saw Rachel, dressed like she is. Seemed like he was always bringing home 'Strays', first Adriean, then Aria, now Rachel.

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Rachel sat on the couch in a thick, white robe, sipping on some hot coa-coa she had found in Torrence's kitchen. He was in his bedroom, talking on the phone to someone. She looked around his crib, he was what, 21, 22? He couldn't afford this, he had to be dealing. Torrence reappeared from down the hall.

“We gotta find somewhere for you to go.” he said bluntly.

“I'on have no where to go.” Rachel said, sitting her cup down on the coffee table.

“Where you been living at?”

“My sister, with her boyfriend. But Torrence I can't go back there,” she said in a rushed tone. She wanted him to realize that going back to her sister was completely out of the question.

“Why not?” Torrence question.

“Because, I just cant, it's not safe for me there.” She looked at her reflection in the flat screen tv, as if the movie of her life was playing before her eyes. “First he got my sister, he convinced her that they were gonna get married, talking a bunch of slick shit. He told her if she came up with ten thousand dollars, he would meet her with another ten, they would skip town, buy a house and get married. So she stripped, and when she finally got her ten, he didn't have his. She didn't care though, she was in love with his ass. She stripped some more, then he told her he had friend who would pay her a lot of money just to sleep with her, and she did it. 'We need the money', she would say. That one friend turned into two, and two turned into strangers. Everything chnaged when he came, me and her used to be so close.....I hate her now. He gave her the idea that I needed to make my own money, that she spent too much of her money on me. That bitch was brainwashed. She didn't care that I was her little sister. They forced me to do it. He did it first, and then they made me do it with other people. I hated it. I scrubbed my body trying to get their scents off of me.......but I reek of their sins...mine.” Rachel looked to the floor, wondering what Torrence thought of her. “I'm so glad he's dead.” Rachel said as she slowly shook her head, a stray tear skipping down her caramel colored cheek. All Torrence could think was damn, he had judged her when he saw her earlier, ole dude was probably forcing her to fuck Show then too.

“How'd he die?” he asked.

“Guess he crossed the wrong people, Show was good for that,” she paused and looked back at Torrence, “he deserved it.” It all made sense and Torrence wondered how he didn't connect the dots earlier. He wondered if Rachel even knew he was behind Show's murder. If she didn't, he damn sure wasn't gonna tell her, and she if did, she didn't act it. Torrence knew she couldn't stay there forever, he was no body's daddy nor babysitter, but he couldn't let her leave tonight.

“Blankets in that closet, food in the fridge. Don’t answer the phone, don't answer the door. And don't leave.” he said seriously. He turned around and headed to his bedroom, phone in hand to call Khiry.

“Torrence...” Rachel's soft voice spoke. He looked over his shoulder, sleep already settling in, “Thank you.” she said sincerely. Torrence nodded nonchalantly and headed down the hall.

“She's staying the night, huh?” Khiry answered.






Apologies for typos!


So what are yalls thoughts on Rachel?
She was kool with KeeKee (Floyd's maybe baby mama)
and she was fast, yall think Rachel was just
like KeeKee, or was she just delt a bad hand?

did any one connect the dots that Show was
her sisters bf/pimp?

what should Torrence do about this situation?
What do yall think of Torrence attitude now?

and hmmm......should Khiry be alarmed at all?
should she have a say on if Rachel can stay in
Torrence's apt?


times ticking, wonder what happens next?

bumpsxz, loves ya! hope yall enjoyed it!

Dang... where to begin...so Rachel is the one Floyd rescued. Its ironic how the one he killed off ended up becoming the victims rescuer as well. She was prolly forced into having sex and the way she feel about her sister seem she really detest all that was going on. Yet again although she was fast doesn't mean she wanted to be forced into having sex with strange men. Of course Khiry need to watch her back because a female is a female. Its not like she is his long lost sister or cousin or something like that, she is a young female who could develop feelings for him. Lol...Floyd, I'm feeling the new attitude. Obviously his guilty concious is kicking in and playing out well. He took Saints words to heart I see in a way. It was sweet of him to take her in though seeing how bad off she was. I didn't connect the dots with Show and Rachel's sis though. Dang I'm slow...lol...Love the add...More please asap.

uppies

Ok ok torrence I'm starting to get him
&& he is the oldest && maybe the Wisest
everything he dose he think before && after
&& at the end of the day sme sins outweigh
the good ..

I'm still tryna get des. Nae.*& tiff
the getting on my last nerve lol
*no offense Nae.*

Every body else got mad drama
going on && tht shit cray


But love it keep going add asap

Okay so im loving Torrence new attitude towards things.
He really tryin his hardest to change.
Im not too too sure about Rachel just yet...idky
And hell yeah Khiry should have a say on if she stay or not.
Oh and i didn't connect the dots lol! some slow!!! lmao

Can't wait to find out whats gone happen next and whats going on with everyone eles.!

Add soon please!!

thanks for the feed back ladies!!! gonna try and add this weekend

YES...I NEED MORE OF THIS LOL...