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Love & Sacrifices

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mora sat lifeless as she stared off into space while Shan and JaeCia sat on the couch in her living room. She was stuck, beyond it actually. She was going through so much shit, but yet, she didn’t want anyone to see that she was hurting. Her husband was thrown into jail, her daughter had been kidnapped, and her life seemed as though she was falling apart. Despite it all though, she knew she had to carry on, or she would be forever fucked up.

“You hungry sis?” Shan asked. Amora looked up at her and shook her head.

“You have to eat Mor, you aint ate in 2 weeks baby.” Jae said as she bounced baby Sincere to sleep. Amora shook her head. She just wasn’t up for it. She couldn’t eat, how could she eat at a time like this? How could she eat when her other half was hurting, when her own flesh and blood was somewhere lost. She didn’t know how she was going to move through with life if she didn’t find her daughter. Running to the bathroom, she threw up what seemed like nothing. She was lost and she knew that if she didn’t get her shit together fast, she would be no good to no one.

JaeCia looked at her clock and grabbed Amora’s clothes. She knew Kilo had a hearing soon, as she took out her pink duffle bag and stuffed it with money. She made sure there was more than enough money to bail him out. Looking over at Shan she shook her head.

“Sis this shit is crazy.”

“Tell me about it.”

They sighed and waited for Amora to open the door, which wasn’t long. She walked out grabbed her clothes and wen to get dressed. She was ready for the war because she knew it was one that she was going to win.

Ω

“Whitfield, let’s go.” The deputy said to Kilo as they stood there with his Lawyer. My cousin Jake pulled through and made sure that a nigga was straight. He had to thank God overall. After the court hearing, and the judge let them know that he posted bail, Amora made sure to put it up asap, and within a hour he was ready to walk out. Kilo walked out of his cell and down the corridor, he smirked while looking over at Boris the Russian that was next to his cell and he winked. He had been locked up for a week and he was ready to go.  

“Nigga I’ll be back I’m sure and when I do. You better hope another nigga kills you before I do.” I winked.

“You black son of a bitch.” He yelled out in anger and I laughed.

Walking out he laid eyes on Amora and his brother. Keonte’s eyes were shaded by glasses and she was standing there in an all-black dress with a bun in her hair. She didn’t look the same. She looked as though she hadn’t slept in a while and he knew why. As soon as he walked over to her, she melted in his grasp.

“Baby.” She kissed Kilos cheeks and looking down into her eyes, he felt tears, wiping them he pulled her near as he slapped hands with Keonte.

“Bruh,” he sighed.

Kilo knew he was hurting, Chanel was gone and he knew that messed his mind up. Kilo didn’t know what was going on and didn’t know how they were going it make it without her. She was the closest thing that they had to a mom, hell she practically raised Keonte.

He embraced Kilo for a minute and then looked up at him and placed his head down.

“Where the kids?” he asked and Amora looked away.

“Daisy is with her mom, Sin is with Jae.”

She began to walk off.

“Where is Lyrica?”

“What do you mean?”

He didn’t like the sharpness in her tone, that shit was laced with fire like she was ready to beat his ass. Stepping back a bit, he was almost ready to take her lil’ ass out the game.

“I asked you a question Coke.”

“I mean, my baby is fucking gone, yes she still is gone.” She shouted at him and stormed out.

He knew she was hot from all the shit that she was going through, but he didn’t know how to approach her in the situation. He didn’t need her going crazy on him. Running his hands over his face he looked at Keonte.

“Nigga it’s bad. No one can find Lyrica.”

Kilo felt his stomach knot up as he thought about how Amora was feeling. Lyrica was his daughter too, for the past couple of years he was raising her, making sure that she had all that she needed, he loved her beyond measures. He didn’t want her to shut him out, he just wanted to make things right. He caught up to Amora, grabbed her hand and she allowed him to hold it. He grabbed his hat, opened the door, and prepared to be bombarded by the paparazzi.

“Kilo did you kill your best friend?”

“Kilo where is your daughter?”

“Amora will you stay by your husband’s side?”

“Kilo….Kilo… Amora…”

Rushing through the crowd all they saw were lights flashing and reporters everywhere as the trio piled into the Range. Looking at Amora she was silent with her hat pulled low, sunglasses on, and her thumb in her mouth. Leaning his head back he knew he had to fix this shit.

“Bruh where we going?”

“To the cabin.”

Amora’s head shot up as she looked at Kilo. She didn’t know what “the cabin” was, she had never been to his secluded spot off in the woods. But he knew that his brother was going to be there, and their kids would be safe so he looked at her and she sat back. Without a word we took off.

Kilo text Keonte to let him know that they would be going to pick up Daisy and he took him to Sylvia’s house. Popping her head up, Kilo looked at Amora and she diverted from his gaze.

“Where are we going now?”

“To get Daisy.”

She continued out the window and didn’t say a word.

Once they were to the quaint house in the LA hills, Kilo hopped out and banged on the door, he was hoping to get a smiled from his princess, but instead he was greeted by Sylvia and a glare.

“What?” she answered with her arms crossed and folded over her breast. Had he not been a faithful nigga, he would be in the house fucking the hell out of her, but he had been there ran through that, and he promised that he wouldn’t do that to himself or his beautiful wife.

“Where is my daughter?” he asked as he swagged into the house and threw his dreads back. She rolled her eyes as she took him up the steps to her room. There he found her laying in the bed with her breathing machine. Walking over to the bed and kneeling down he felt his temperature rise, as a tear fell from his eyes. His daughter was hooked to machines and she didn’t even know why.

“My baby all fucked up man.”

“I know, I cried forever. They said she’s fine. She just needs to establish her own breathing and shell be ok.”

“Well I’m taking her with me to my cabin.”  Kilo said getting up and stretching. Sylvia whipped her head towards him and wagged her finger in his face.

“No, No, No, Kilo. Hell fucking no. Are you dumb?”

“What you mean?” he asked dimply confused.

 “Nigga you think you get out of jail, with all this fucking heat surrounding you, and your gonna take my fucking daughter? She’s been out the hospital for two weeks.”

Kilo was gone for two weeks, and in between those weeks, he didn’t see his daughter. The judge was making it hard for him to post bail in that time but his lawyer and his cousin Jake, made it happen. Grabbing the bridge of my nose to suppress the headache that I felt, I looked at her.

“Look, shit aint safe. And I don’t trust you, or that nigga Ghost, or anyone.” Her ears shot up at the mention of Ghost name.

“What does he have to do with anything?”

“Look I’m taking my princess.”

Kilo walked up to the room, grabbed her duffel bag and Sylvia came behind him trying to grab it, he snatched it, and she snatched it back.

Getting ready to slap the fuck out of her, she held her hand up.

“I’m coming.”

Fuck!

“What you mean I’m coming?”

“Nigga you think I’m a let my baby go?”

“It’s me.”

“I don’t give a fuck if you were the pope. I’m coming, so go tell your lil’ ho--”

Ending all communication to her words by wrapping his hand around her neck, making sure there was no oxygen to her brain Kilo stared at her in her eyes and for the first time he saw a woman he used to care about, she was afraid but none of that mattered he didn’t tolerate anyone disrespecting his girl.

“Bruh, my wife has been through hell. Unlike us, her daughter isn’t riding around in the car with us. We have our daughter but don’t you fucking dare fix your lips to disrespect Amora again. Do you fucking hear me?”

She nodded.

“Get your shit and be in the car in 5 minutes.”

He walked off and heard her sniffle. Kilo had never put his hands on a woman but over his wife he’d body a bitch.

Ω

 “Take me home.” Amora yelled out as Kilo tried to restrain her. He knew she would be pissed, and she had every right to be, but at the moment Kilo needed his kids and if Sylvia had to come than she had to come.

“You bringing this bitch?” She yelled,  with venom filled eyes.

“Yea I am.”

“Take me home and I want a fucking di--” snatching her little ass up into his grasp he stopped her from going to far.

“You what?” He asked, she already knew the divorce word wasn’t something that he played with lightly. He told her numerous amounts of times, that there was no way out.

Looking at Kilo with tears on the brim of her eyes, Amora was torn. She didn’t want to go anywhere near Sylvia, but she needed her husband. Not having her daughter by her side was killing her and she knew she had to do whatever she needed but this situation was hurting her.   

“I understand your upset, but you not about to talk out the side of your neck after all we’ve been through, period.” He said to her and she looked away.  

Sitting back into her seat she broke down crying.

“What’s wrong?” he asked sliding closer to her, she slapped his hand away and Kilo grabbed her chin.

“Coke, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t trust her, and I need to be finding my baby.”

He understood where she was coming from. Even though Sylvia was Daisy’s mom, Kilo didn’t want her around either, but the one thing that he did know was that he couldn’t hurt his daughter by not having her mom around. That wasn’t going to cut it.

Grabbing her chin and making her look up at him, she allowed the tears to run down her cheek.

“Coke, I swear that I got you. I won’t rest until our daughter comes home. And even if Sylvia is here, I swear on air that you won’t have a worry.”

She looked unsure but after a minute she nodded her head, he kissed her forehead and stepped out the car, he began walking to the Tahoe that Daisy was in behind them, he was relieved to see that Major and Queenie were driving. 

“Well nigga I’m happy you home.” Queenie grabbed Kilos hand to squeeze it and he nodded.

“Bruh, don’t drive this shit no where else. Follow us.”

“Yoooo, you act like you dealing with a rookie, like niggas don’t have they own empires at home nigga, you hear this shit ma?”

Major chuckled while tapping Queenies thigh. Kilo shook his head and looked away.  

“How is Amora? Do you want me to drive with her?” Queenie was always very concerned with Amora and she always made sure she was fine. She and Amora built a great bond over the years.

Kilo looked back at the Range and shook his head.

“Nah, it’s good. She’s a lil’ upset but baby good.” He knew that Amora would be back to normal soon, because he wasn’t letting up.

“Alright we behind you,” she nodded as he looked at Sylvia and his sleeping princess in the back. Turning around and running his hands across his face, shit was too real.

2

Miracles

“W

here did you dump her?” Bianca asked Ghost as she walked into his house. He turned to look at the bitch standing in front of him as she walked through the house looking for Lyrica.

“Why?”

“Because I need to know nigga.” She almost shouted.

He was waiting for this type of issue to arise with her. Even though Bianca had been knowing Ghost since they were teenagers, she didn’t know how heartless he was. He ran his hands over his face and she got a glimpse of his tattoo on my hand of a ghoul. Since he was a kid he could always remember loving eerie things like that. Loving the way things felt when he killed them, kissing death on the lips, playing Russian roulette. That was all the norm for him.

See as a child, he didn’t get to play with toys, he had to endure abuse placed on him from his mother. Something most dudes didn’t and wouldn’t understand, he did. He grabbed her by her thin arm and turned her around so that she could look him in the eyes. Ghost appreciated her being there for him, but he felt as though it had come time for him to dismiss her, Bianca knew too much already.

“B.”

He ran his hands over her hair and she smiled. She was such a pretty girl, but see she was never his type, and just like the coward he was, he wanted her to suffer at his hands.

“Yes?” she closed her eyes as he kissed her forehead and eased his gritty hands around her neck. She smiled thinking this was a role playing moment.

“I love you.” She whispered as she closed her eyes.

He coiled his hands tighter around her neck and applied pressure. More pressure than she could handle. She reached out for him gasping for air. He stared into her buck eyes as he looked at her take her last breath and fall limply into his arms.

“Shit, I had to kill you baby girl.”

He smiled at her as her glossless eyes stared at him. He laid her body down on the leather couch and thought about what he had done. He didn’t give a fuck that he just killed her. She had to go. Walking over to his bar before he got her ready to go to the river, he picked up the phone and called Sylvia.

“Hello?” she said in a whispering voice.

“Hey I was just checking on you.”

“Fuck you.”

She hung up.

If the bitch was going to hang up why the fuck couldn’t she just not pick up. These broads are slow as fuck at times. He laid back thinking about how he was going to make it to the studio. He had to make a hit record and doing all the stuff he was doing was just fueling him. He needed to rap and he needed to do it soon.

Nigga Im that nigga that creep up in ya crib…

Where ya’ baby mother live and dust ha’ and ya’ kid…

Nigga im that nigga that don’t give a fuck about ya bitch

I fuck ha’

Got you niggas shook to make move… bitch I’ll bust ya’

Ghost smiled as the lyrics popped into his head as he stared at Bianca laying on the couch. Grabbing his weed tray, crushing in Xantacs, he then rolled them up into his swisher.

“What’s on the news today?” he smiled leaning back.

Tonight on channel 7 news bay area KingPin/Mogul Sincere “Kilo” Whitfield was released from custody today. As seen walking out with his wife and brother, he is set to have a hearing at a later date. We wonder what the mogul has in store for us, more to come on tonight’s 11 o clock news.

“What this bitch just say.” he flipped through the channels and landed on some more channels seeing this niggas face everywhere.

How is it possible that this nigga is still here? How is it possible that he is even breathing? I sent a nigga to finish him off while he was down.

Ghost sat back and watched him walk through the crowd with Amora like life was easy and pissed him off. Many people didn’t know this, or they thought the lil’ beef they had was squashed, or that it was small town business, but it would never be over. How? Ghost felt as though he could never befriend Kilo, or have a relationship with him after all they had been through. Ghost had been destined to kill Kilo since the day his mom ran into his room crying. That night would always be a memory that he couldn’t accept or change. That night changed him as a boy. He vowed to make him suffer from everything he loved. I know yall’ hate the big bad wolf, but ask a nigga if he gives a fuck because in this story the little red riding hood doesn’t prevail. She fails fucking with a nigga like him.

Ω

“Are you serious?” A worker at a local fast food place laughed to her best-friend as they showed nudes on one anothers phones, while taking the trash out.

“Girl this nigga’s dick is exceptionally small for the type of man he is is. I mean big cocky ass nigga.” She laughed. The two young girls continued their harsh bashing on the young men as they took out the trash. The older of the two screeched as she felt her ring fall into the trash with the bag.

“Girl why are you telling like that?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what the fuck is your issue.”

“Girl shut the fuck up. My ring fell off under there.” She pointed and her friend shook her head.

“What ring?”

“The ring Amil gave me.” she pouted.

“The 1500 dollar one?”

“Yessss,” she stamped her foot and crossed her arms.

“Betta, go get it.” She shook her head as the cold air nipped her on the back. Being in the bay area was harsh at night. One could only imagine how the bay wind breezed on their skin.

“Fuck it,” she shrugged as she leapt into the dumpster and her friend busted out laughing. The young girl turned on her flashlight and was unprepared for the site she was looking at.

“Ahhhhhh.” She screamed at a high pitch voice.

“WW..whhh..”

“Ahhhhh, call the police, it’s a dead…ahhhhhhh.” She yelled out as the hand reached up for her and her friend took off running.

“Please help me.” she her the little persons voice say as she stood frozen stiff. She didn’t know what the hell was going on, but she wanted to get out of dodge but something told her to stay and help the little girl that was fighting.

“I’m here baby girl. I’m here.” She said as she held her and waited for her employees to help.