"If loving you is wrong, I don't wanna be right 'cause, you can go look around and won't find nobody like us" -Webbie

PROD

We got Donna tied up at the trap. I walk past her with my baseball bat. "We can do this the hard way or the even harder way. Either way it goes you dying, so choose which one you wanna choose." I say.

"The hard way." she sobs out. I smile. "Cool, the even harder way? Great choice." I say. Her eyes widen. "What? You said the normal hard way." Donna says. I smile wide. "Today's opposite day. Surpriiiiiiise!" I exclaim, then whack her in her head with my bat.

She screams at the top of her lungs. I laugh, watching her bleed out the side of her head. "Alright. I got a question. The hell you had her info for?" I ask. "Because... I was gonna get rid of her for good... I wanted you for myself. At first, I didn't think I'd love you like I did but-" I cut her off by hitting her in her eye with the bat.

"Damn, so you finna die over a nigga who don't even love you, huh? Crazy." I say. She looks down sobbing. "You had something to do with what happened to her, didn't you?" I ask.

She nods her head. "Your sons' mother was my best friend so I beat her and helped cover how she was alive. But I swear to you Prince and Kwame didn't know shit about the set up. They were so young and stupid to where they couldn't see what was going on. She asked Prince and Kwame questions. They answered them because they didn't think anything was gonna get serious. The night everything happened, Prince sent a text saying yall left out mad and that he hated when yall left because It made him nervous. She had asked if yall were home before he sent it, I swear. The boys didn't know. Kill me for it, but not them." she cries out.

I raise my eyebrow then look at Zaya. "Call Kwame, now." she demands then unties one of Donna's hands. I put it on speaker then watch Donna dial his number, chewing her lip and crying. "What the hell do your snake ass want? Didn't I tell you never call me again? I'm surprised that shit hasn't caught up with your bum ass yet!" Kwame snaps.

"Tell them the truth, Kwame. They got me." she sobs. "The truth? Hoe, me and my lil brother had no parts in that shit you and my momma pulled, aight? You deserve to be dead right along with that hoe. Yall used Prince and that young nigga still in this day in rehab for depression cause he blaming himself for everything simply cause yall tricked him into telling yall they left! Don't call me no more!" he snaps, then hangs up.

Me and Zaya look at each other. This whole time I was thinking them lil niggas crossed us when that ain't the case at all.

"Just kill me." Donna sobs. I untie her. "Boss, you lettin' the hoe go?" one of my guards asks in disbelief. I grin. She limps over and hugs me. "Thank you so much, baby. I'm sorry." she sobs, crying in my chest. "It's cool, Donna. Ion even wanna do you like that no more cause you was real with me." I say. Zaya looks at me mad as hell. Oh well, it is what it is.

Donna looks at Zaya, grinning. "I forgive you." I say. "Thanks, babe." Donna says. I pick her up bridal style then stare in her eyes. "You forgive me for doing all that bad shit to you?" I softly ask, then kiss her cheek. She nods her head. "Just take me to a hospital. I don't hate you, I forgive you." she says. Zaya storms out the room then slams the door full force. I nod my head then kiss her lips. "You sure you ain't mad? You really forgive a nigga?" I ask. She nods her head then kisses my lips. "Good, cause you ain't supposed to die with hate in yo heart, bitch." I say, then shoot her between her eyes.

"Daaaaamn, daddy, that was straight savage!" Chevy yells from the corner of the room. "Nigga, shut yo pinecone head ass up and come on." I say, snatching him out the room.

The clean up crew walk in behind me. "Dad, I can't lie, I was nervous. Ion like dead people so I had closed my eyes until I heard all that mushy gushy shit. You shocked me with that gun, OG. Forreal." he says. This nigga acting like an eight year old who just seen his first action movie or some shit.

"Keep yo big mouth shut about what you saw. Don't go gossiping like a bitch." I say. He nods his head. We get in my car. "Hold up, where my sexy step momma go?" he asks, smirking at me. I slap him upside his head then pull out.

I roll the window down. She walking up the street lightly crying. "Zaya, get in the car." I say. "Fuck you!" she screams, then stomps off like a dramatic six year old. I blow. "Here we go again, bruh. And nigga, get in the back." I say, then get out.

I grab her arm. "Move. Get yo ol flip floppin' ass out my face!" she snaps. I smirk at her. "Why you acting jealous? You got Tyler and you happy, remember?" I sarcastically ask, chuckling. I'm so petty for fucking with her emotions but she need to see how that shit feels.

She stares at me then slaps me. Her lip starts trembling. "You ain't shit, Craig! I swear you ain't!" she screams. I rub my cheek. "Come here." I say, grabbing her arm. She snatches away. I grab her waist and pull her to me. "Look at me." I say. She shakes her head no, letting tears drip on the ground. I lift her chin, making her look at me. I kiss her lips. "Can you honestly look me in my eyes and say I'm not shit and say you don't love me?" I ask. She shakes her head no. I kiss her lips. She kisses me back then pulls away. "This shit is wrong. I can't do Tyler like that. No... I can't. It's wrong." she says, shaking her head. I pull her back to me and kiss her again. "Ion wanna be right then." I say.

She stares in my eyes then looks down. "It's so wrong..." she mumbles, pulling away. "Like I said, I don't wanna be right then. That bitch dead by the way." I say.

I already know I'm finna have to put in hella work to get her back and it's gone take way more than money and dıck, I can see that right now. I like a chase though so I'm down.

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