OKAY, THIS CH. IS LONG & CONTAINS A LIL SEX. PLZ COMMENT A LOOOOOOOT YALL. I LIKE FEEDBACK.

There's never a right time to say goodbye
But we know that we gotta go
Our separate ways
And I know it's hard but I gotta do it
And it's killing me cause there's never a right time, right time to say goodbye.
- Chris Brown

PROD

I called a family meeting in the home theater. "So... as yall know, shit getting out of hand. Célina dead, Naly, DJ, and Ronnie got shot. On top of that, Chevy could've died today." I start. They glance at him then back at me. "So, I have something I need to tell yall." I add. "We'll understand if you guys get upset but it's what's best until things settle." Zaya says. "What is it?" Eric asks. "We moving yall to Chicago." I say.

All of them look at me crazy and start complaining. "I'm grown. So I ain't going." Kwame says. I cut my eyes at him. "Grown is when you pay some bills and provide for yourself." I simply say. He sighs. "I got a baby on the way, pops... I can't be in Chicago and she in California. Plus, I got a son here." DJ says. "Same here... it's just,  ion wanna leave somebody behind. Plus, I got a son." Jay says, looking away. Eric glances at him.

"This just until everything die down. We can't risk losing any more of yall. Plus, we're moving your baby mommas and children too." Zaya says. They nod their heads. "What if I don't wanna leave somebody else? " Jay asks. "You got a girl now?" I ask. "Naw... just somebody I'm looking after." he says. "You gotta leave em until things settle." I say. He blows.  "I'm fine with it. I hate California." Chevy says. "Cause you from Chicago, man." Holland groans. "When we leaving?" Prince asks.  "Tonight." Zaya says. All of them start complaining. "This some bullshit." Jaylen mumbles,  then walks out. "This bullshit finna save yo fucking life tho!" I snap. Ungrateful kids act like they wanna die.

HOLLAND

I'm at my granny's new house. "Emory, don't be mad but I have to move away." I say. He looks at me and laughs. "Me too. Chicago with yo grandma, dummy." he says. I laugh and push his head. "Shut up, ugly." I say. He grabs my ankles and pulls my legs apart. He climbs between them.

"You want this D or nah?" he asks. "Barely." I say in my Donna voice, laughing at him.

He mean mugs me. "Fine. But when you horny, don't come to my room." he says, then walks out. I chuckle. I'm glad I get to take a little happiness with me to Chicago.

JAYLEN

"Wassup?" I ask into the phone. "Hey... you sound sad." Kennedie says. "I'm cool... look, you wanna come ride with a nigga?" I ask. "Where we going?" she asks. "Just get ready." I say. She giggles. "Okay." she says.

I got a day planned for her. I'm trying to think of how I'm gone tell her I gotta leave. I won't lie, I'm attached to her so leaving ain't easy.

She walks out the hotel. I look her up and down. She got on some regular jeans, a gray V neck, and some converse. She gets in. "Sorry if I embarrass you." she mumbles. "What you talking about?" I ask, pulling off. "Look at what I'm wearing." she softly says. I chuckle then pull over. I take my Versace tee shirt off, leaving me in my white tank top. I throw the shirt to the back then sit up.  I pull my Robin's jeans down and throw them to the back.  I fix my nike gym shorts then reach under the seat and grab my nike slides and put them on. I take my diamonds out of my ears and put them in my wallet, then take my chain off and put it under the seat. "You feel better now?" I ask.  She smiles.

"You didn't have to dress yourself down." she says. I chuckle.  "It's straight. Whatever make you comfortable." I say. "You a little extra friendly today... what's going on?" she asks. I force a smile on my face. "Nothing." I lie. She stares at me for a second, then nods her head.

We just got to the mall. I pull her into Versace. "I can't afford this shit." she says, looking embarrassed. "Kennedie, quit talking. Come here." I say. She walks over to me. I grab a colorful dress off the rack and put it up to her. "You like that?" I ask. "It looks like some granny shit." she says. I laugh. "No it don't. Shut up." I say, putting it back.  I grab a pair of black pants with the gold chains and Medusa heads on them and put em up to her. "Yeah... I'll like that on you." I say. I ignore her whining about how she can't afford it.

I pull her over to the shirts and grab the shirt to match the pants.  I go grab all the tee shirts in her size.  "What size shoe you wear?" I ask. "I can't afford this!" she snaps.  "Girl, answer the question, damn." I say. "Eight." she says, rolling her eyes. I go pick out eights in all of the shoes they have.

I pull her to some purses and pick all of them. I go grab some jewelry. I go pick some stuff for me.  I pull her to the register. "Your total is $500,000." the cashier says, smiling.  "What?" Kennedie yells. I laugh.  "Chill.  Here." I say, handing the lady my card. She swipes it.  I type my pin code in then take it from her. "Thanks for shopping with us." she says. I grab most of the bags. She grabs the last few.

We just came back from taking it to the car. "You didn't have to do that, Jaylen.  You bought me way too much and spent way too much on me." Kennedie says. "Shut up." I say, pulling her into Nordstrom. I go grab a pair of colorful Louboutin's. "A thousand something dollars for some heels?  Hell no!" she exclaims.  People look at her crazy. I laugh and wrap my arm around her waist. "You can't say shit like that in front of these snooty ass people." I whisper. She shrugs.  "What are you bums doing here?" a fat nigga asks. "Bums? Yo momma's a bum." Kennedie says.  I chuckle. "My nigga, get yo pomeranian lookin' ass back." I say, bumping him.

"Bring your ass back here, Jaylen." he says. I turn around and yank him up by his color. "Who the fuck is you?" I snap. He grins.  "I feel sorry for your family." he says. I draw back and punch him in his face, causing him to stumble back.  I jump on him and start beating the shit out of him.

"Jaylen!" Kennedie screams, snapping me out of it. The mall cops couldn't get me off. I stand up and wipe his blood off my knuckles.  "You lucky I ain't kill you!" I yell, then kick him in his face. He rolls over, groaning.

"Come on." I tell Kennedie, pulling her. "Jaylen!" she screams. I look back, noticing the gun in his hands. I grab her hand and start running towards the exit. We hop in the bullet proof truck,  pulling off, leaving him behind.

"Sorry you had to get in that." I say. She terrified.  "Why are people after your family?" she softly asks. I look over at her then back at the road.  "Long story." I say. "I got time." she snaps. "Look, if you wanna leave me alone, go ahead. I'll take you wherever you wanna go." I say. She looks at me funny. "I'm not leaving when you need somebody most. I'm just asking." she says. I sigh.  "My dad is a legendary kingpin.  I do mean legendary. That's why my son's name is legend. But, he got out the game when he married ma but he back in now. Ma started the Queenz but went legit a long time ago. She my dad's wife so she riding out too so she involved. Niggas come for everybody. So, again, let me know now if you wanna get out." I say. She sits back and shake her head. "Just teach me to shoot." she mumbles.  I look over at her, shocked. "So, you down to ride?" I ask.  "I got a lot to learn but I'll learn along the way." she says. I nod my head. "You sure?" I ask. She nods her head. "Positive." she softly says.

We just pulled up to my apartment complex. "I didn't know you lived alone." she says. I ignore her and get out. I open the door for her. "Why you being so nice?" she asks again. "Shut up." I say, wrapping my arm around her waist. "Why you keep silencing me, Jaylen?" she whines. "Cause I can." I say. We walk up the stairs. I unlock the door and step in.

"So, this you?" Abria snaps, holding Legend. Kennedie looks at me crazy.  "Shut up, Abria. We got something to squash.  Kennedie my rider, g." I say.

Abria chuckles with no amusement. "So, yo trust really in her? She timid. She'll fold with a nigga like your ol thug ass. You and your family." she says.

I shake my head. "Why you acting dumb?" I ask. "Cause you came in our house with her talking about she yo rider! Nigga, I'm your rider! I'm your day one, I had your first child!" she screams.  I shake my head. "This so sad. You shitted on me. You forgot?  And this my apartment, not yours. You need a job." I say.

"For what? Really, so you dating a junkie?" she screams. "Bitch, fuck you!" Kennedie screams. "Chill out, g. I don't like that hype stuff yall doing. But for real, no, I ain't dating her. It ain't yo concern." I simply say. She shakes her head. "Have you ever loved me?" she asks. "You make yourself hard to love, Abria. For real. Give me my son so I can do what my parents talked to you about." I say.

She sighs,  handing him to me. "Protect my baby." she says, then kisses his cheek.  I hand him back. "I'll come back later. Be ready for what they told you." I say. She nods her head.

Kennedie looking mad and hurt for some reason. "What she got I ain't got?" Abria asks me. "Don't do that." I say.  "Answer me! What she got I ain't got?" she screams. "My back. Cause when my back was against the ropes, you shitted on me." I say, then grab Kennedie hand, ignoring Abria as she fusses and cries. "I'll be back." I say, then close the door.

We in the car riding in silence. "What's wrong?" I ask. She ignores me. I tickle her. She lets out a small laugh.  I chuckle. "My bad about my baby momma." I tell her. She sighs. "It's fine. What were you talking about when you told her to be ready?" she asks. "I'm finna take you somewhere." I say. She smacks her lips. "Quit changing subjects." she says, frustrated. I chuckle.

We just got to a gun range my dad owns called "Domez." "Domez? What the heck?" Kennedie asks.  I chuckle. "As in domes, just with a z. And a dome is a head. Here you learn how to pretty much blow a nigga dome off." I say with a shrug. She gasps. "That's odd." she says. I get out and open her door. So is my dad.

We just walked into the red and black lobby of the building. "Hey Jaylen." ol girl at the desk greets, smirking. I grin "Sup, Latasha?" I ask. "You tell me." she seductively says, then slowly licks her lips. She been having a thing for me since I got out the pen. I just never pay her any mind.

"How bout I tell you wassup. I'm with him and you ain't. He gives plenty fucks about me and don't give any about you. He just want some sex from you so whatever hopes you had, kill em, G. Cause you irking me flirting with my nigga!" Kennedie snaps.

"Girl, boo. Jaylen know where that good at." Latasha says. "Shut up." I say, reaching over the counter. I grab a glock, then Kennedie's hand. I lead her to the elevator and press floor nine of the building. "Why the highest floor?" she asks. "Shh." I say, stepping off.  I put the key in to the Bonnie & Clyde room. My pops put this in here for when him and ma wanna work on their shooting.

"Dang!" Kennedie exclaims, looking around the huge room. "Why are there no people in here?" she asks. "This room really special." I simply say. I hand her the headphones. She puts them on. I give her the gun and teach her how to cock it. She shoots it then jumps back. "Oh my God!" she panics.  I laugh and lift her up. "It's powerful but you'll get used to it. Eventually you'll be able to shoot with one hand." I say, handing It back. She shoots again but the bullet went into the side of the paper.

I chuckle and get behind her. "Try this." I say, wrapping my left arm around her waist and covering her hands on the gun with my right hand. I lift it and wrap her finger around the trigger. "Now shoot." I say. She squeezes the trigger, hitting the target. I step back, letting her shoot by herself  She hit it perfectly.

She smiles. "How'd I do?" she asks. "You did good. Ay, I saw how you got jealous and handled ol girl." I say. She starts blushing.  I chuckle,  rolling up a blunt.  "You smoke?" I ask. She starts fidgeting. "Jaylen... you shouldn't smoke that around me. Please... I don't want to wind up wanting something stronger again and going for the drugs." she says. Understanding, I nod my head and put the blunt away. "You ready?" I ask. "Where we going?" she asks.  "You'll see." I say.

"Oh, hell naw! My razors work perfectly fine! I refuse to wax, Jaylen!" Kennedie yells as I pull into a park at Brazilian Wax Center.

"Girl, come on." I say, opening her door and picking her up.  "No, please! Why I gotta do this?" she whines.  I chuckle and walk in.  "This must be your lady, Mr. Crippen? Everything is prepared, Mrs. Crippen." the lady at the front says. Kennedie starts blushing.  I chuckle. "Go get yo shit handled." I say, then sit down at the front.

I've been up here for an hour and a half. She walks out mean mugging me. "Thanks, Mr. and Mrs. Crippen." the lady says, smiling.  Kennedie starts blushing again. "Mrs. Crippen?" she asks once we get outside. I chuckle.  "You liked it." I say. She starts blushing. "Mmmhmmm, that's cute. I should kill you. That shit hurt. Plus, she waxed my eyebrows." she says. I look. "You cute" I tell her. She looks down, blushing.  I chuckle and walk to the truck. I open her door then walk to my side.

We just pulled up to Almond's salon. "Oh my God, this place is for like... celebrities and strictly rich people. I saw it on TV. I can't afford it." she says. "You ain't realized by now you ain't gotta pay for shit? Damn, get out the truck." I say.

We walk in.  "Hey, god son." Almond says, smiling. "Wassup? This Kennedie. Kennedie, this my momma best friend Almond." I say. He smacks his lips. "Almond joy." he corrects me. "Nigga, I ain't saying that shit. Fix her head." I say.

He chuckles and starts running his fingers through it. "Honey, I'm checking for bugs and shit. It's nothing personal, every stylist does it." he tells her. "Okay." she softly says. "Girl, I don't bite." he says. She smiles. He lights a blunt. She looks at me with wide eyes. "Ayy, Almond you can't smoke around her." I say. He puts it out. "I'm so sorry, honey. I figured you wouldn't mind cause you with this stoner bastard baby, Jaylen." he says. She starts laughing.  I mean mug him. "Gay bitch." I mumble, then sit in one of the chairs.

He flips me off. "You got a perm?" he asks. "No." she softly says. He snaps his fingers. Almond act like these folks some servants. "Bring me my bundles!" he yells. A fine ass lady brings him some bundles of that expensive ass weave.  Kennedie gasps. "Jaylen... I can't let you pay for this." she says. "Girl, when the hell will you realize he ain't got no limits? If I were you, I'd shut up and let him splurge." Almond says, leading her to the bowl to wash her hair. I put my beats on, tuning them out. Almond and his feminine acting ass get on my nerves.

"Close your eyes." Almond says. I sit up. "Damn, mane. It took you long enough." I groan.  "Shut up. Kennedie!" he calls. She slowly walks out the back. My mouth drops at her. "Damn." I mumble. I put my hand in my gym shorts pocket, holding my dıck down cause it got hard as hell. She nervously looks at me. Almond got her looking too right. I don't even like weave but she killing that shit. Then he did her make up. He got my G lookin' flawless. "Yasssss, weave on fleek." I say in a girl voice, snapping my fingers.

They laugh. "So stupid." she mumbles. I chuckle. "You sexy as fuck." I say. She looks down, hella blushing. I chuckle. "Here." I say, handing Almond a stack of hundreds.  "Nope, this one on the house. Now go finish yall night." he says, pushing us out.

"Jaylen, why you doing all of this?" Kennedie asks. "Cause I can." I answer. "You acting like this the last time you'll ever see me." she says. I glance over at her, then bite my lip. If only she knew what I gotta tell her later on.

We just pulled up to "Chic." It's my cousin's shop. She's a celebrity stylist.  Kennedie gasps. "Chic? Oh my God." she says. I grin and open her door. I grab her hand and walk in. "Finally, you've arrived. Hey nipple head." my cousin Brianna says. "Brianna Chic? Oh my God!" Kennedie screams, smiling.  "Girl, calm down, cousin in law." Bri says. I chuckle. "Cousin in law?" Kennedie asks. "Yeah. Jaylen my cousin, honey." Bri says. Kennedie looks at me with wide eyes. "Wait..." Kennedie says. "Don't ask questions. Just go." I say. Brianna links arms with her, leading her to the back while talking about me. I shake my head. Women.

I feel kisses all over my face and neck. "Wake up, Jaylen." somebody whispers. I sit up and stare at Kennedie.  I grin. "Damn, mane... you beautiful, G." I say, staring at her. Almond got her hair and face flawless and my cousin got her killing these hoes. She dressed in a long red gown that's cut at the top, showing some of her breasts and the bottom hugs all her curves just how I like it. "Thank you." she says, blushing.  I stand up. "Come on, Jay." Bri says, pulling me to the back.

"When are you gonna tell her?" she asks. I sigh. "Tonight... we leaving tonight. I care about her. It's like every time I start to tell her, I can't." I say. She sighs. "Uncle Prod gone clear all this shit up soon so yall will be okay." she says. "Yeah... I hope it don't take forever." I say. "You love her, huh?" she asks. "Naw... I care." I say. She grins. "Mmhmm... but all jokes aside, I can't help but remember Eric being crazy about her then seeing her with Kwame at the fourth of July party." she says. I cut my eyes at her. "Do I bring up how you hopped dıcks with ten niggas who knew each other?" I ask. She sighs. "Forget it." she says. That's what I thought.

I walk to the front. "Look at you!" Kennedie exclaims, smiling at me. I'm dressed in a custom white and black Armani graffiti suit jacket, matte black Gucci dress shirt, and red bow tie with black slacks and my red and black Louboutin dress shoes. "You look so handsome." she says, hugging me. "Thank you." I say. "Why red?" she asks. "It's somethin' you should know... I'm a blood." I tell her. "And if you with me, you rep blood." I add. She gasps then nods her head. "Alright." she says. I grab her hand and walk out the building.

I've been driving for an hour. I pull into the driveway of "Benu" in San Francisco. "This place is very expensive." Kennedie says. I shrug my shoulders. "We got reservations." I say. She starts smiling, taking my hand and stepping out the car.

We're looking at the menu. "Ew... Jaylen, this shit sounds disgusting." she whispers. I clap my hands. Our waiter walks over. "We ready for ours." I say. He smiles and walks away. He comes back holding our plates of chicken tenders. All eyes are on us too. "How did you get them to make this when they don't serve it?" she exclaims. I laugh. "I got my ways." I say, watching her eat.

"I love your gown." some basic faced girl says to Kennedie. Kennedie smiles. "Thank you." she says. Kwame walks beside the girl then freezes up, staring at Kennedie. I wish he would start some shit.

"I'll be in the bathroom." Kennedie says, then walks off. "Baby, go sit down." Kwame says. Ol girl waves at me then walks away. "She bad, huh?" I ask, grinning. "How the hell you do that? She was basic... now she flawless." he says in awe. I grin. "You fucked up when you told me take her home. I turned her into a ten, something you don't know shit about." I say. He shakes his head. "Damn, Jay. My new bitch look like garbage." he says. "I guess you don't know what you got til' it's gone. She very gone, my nigga." I say. He chuckles. "I see you, bruh." he says, shaking his head. He walks away to his negative zero faced girlfriend.

Kennedie walks back.  I check the time. "You bout ready?" I ask. She nods her head. I put a thousand dollar tip down on the table then grab her hand.

We just got to the beach.  "Why you so quiet?" she asks as I take her red bottoms off. I take mine off and throw them in the back seat. I pick her up and walk to the sand. I put her down and grab her hand. "Jaylen... what you so quiet for?" she asks again. I force a smile on my face. "Nothing." I say. "This is so cute." she exclaims, looking at the pink rose petals and candles. "This my parents' beach." I tell her. She gasps. "It's beautiful." she says. I lead her to where a masseuse, Patrick is standing with a Versace robe with her name stitched in the back in his hands. I smile at her. "You make me feel so special." she says. "You are special." I say. She starts blushing.  She slides the top of her gown down and lays on the table. He oils her and starts massaging her body. I'm jealous as hell cause he rubbing her but oh well.

"Get up." she says, shaking me. I wake up and look. She in the Versace robe. "That felt so good." she says. "Glad you liked it." I say, grabbing her hand. We continue to walk, talking about anything that comes to mind.

She gasps at the beach house. "Come on." I say, laughing.  I unlock it. "It's beautiful. Awww, look at you as a baby!" she exclaims, staring at the picture on the wall. "Nah, that's DJ." I say, chuckling. She laughs. "My bad. This house is gorgeous." she says.  I lead her out the back door and lock it back. We walk the trail all the way to the other three story beach house where there's a view of the whole city. She gasps, looking around.  "Your parents have good taste." she says. I walk her up the stairs to the balcony. "Damn, that view is nice." she says, staring at it. I hand her the key. "Well. It's yours now." I say.

"What? Jaylen, why you playing?" she exclaims. "I ain't. The house is all yours. It's paid for. I was getting it decorated and shit when you were in the hotel. Uhh... yeah." I say.

She smiles. "You didn't have to do that." she says. "Well, I did. Thank me by accepting it." I say. She hops in my lap, kissing me over and over. "Wait, I ain't done." I say. She gets off. I stand and reach in my pocket. I pull the small velvet box out of my pocket. I open it, revealing the 18 Karat diamond ring.

Her eyes tear up and she starts screaming. "Jaylen, are you proposing?" she screams.  I laugh. "Naw... I'm promising you no matter what Imma be here for you unless you do me wrong. I got you long as you got me. You believe me?" I ask. She nods her head, crying. "Wear my promise ring then." I say. I laugh, slipping the ring on her engagement ring finger as she cries.

She stands and kisses me passionately as hell. She stares in my eyes then kisses me again.  I grip her waist and kiss from her mouth down to her neck. I open her robe and smirk.  I see my cousin hooked her up with some red Victoria's secret lingerie too. I throw the robe and rub her body.  "This is why you wanted me to wax, huh?" she asks in between kisses. "Shut up." I say.  I unhook her bra and take it off of her. I grin, staring at her body. She starts blushing. I rub between her legs then take the thong off of her.  I spread her legs and lıck her nıpples. She moans, holding my head.  I pick her up and put her legs over my shoulders. "I ain't ever did this before." I say, then go down on her. I take it she likes it cause her legs shaking and she screaming my name.

I just took her in the house and laid her on the bed. I pull my shirt off. She smiles and rubs my abs up and down.  She kisses my neck then my chest. She pulls my pants down then my boxers.

"Oh my God!" she exclaims, staring at my D.

I laugh and stand.  I push myself inside of her. Damn, she tight. She moans as I penetrate.

"Shit." I grunt, busting inside of her. I pull out and lay her across my chest.

"Kennedie..." I say. I guess now is the  time to say goodbye. "Huh?" she asks. I get up and walk over to the closet. I grab the two big duffle bags of hundreds and walk over to her. I drop them on the bed. She unzips them and gasps. "Why you giving me this?" she asks, teary eyed. "I really care about you, mane and I hate I gotta do this right now. This is a million dollars. Take it and go be somebody with it. Don't let shit bring you down. Go be stronger than you ever been." I say. "What you mean?" she mumbles. "I gotta go. Me and my family gotta move to Chicago until shit die down. A lot you wouldn't understand is going on in my life and to protect you from the craziness, this is what's gotta happen." I tell her. She breaks down crying. "Why you just now telling me?" she sobs. "Cause I wanted to show you the finer things in life and let you know that I care. Kennedie, I'm only doing this cause I care and don't want you involved." I say. "But I wanna ride this out with you." she sobs. "Riding consists of doing shit you don't wanna do. This is one of those things, man. We'll see each other again, I swear." I say, holding her hand. I kiss the diamond ring on her finger. "I can't believe this shit!" she screams, then punches me over and over in my chest, then breaks down crying.

I sigh. "Kennedie, come on, mane. Don't do this." I say. She looks away. "Ain't no guarantee I'll live to see tomorrow, honestly. All I need is a down ass female who ain't scared to do what gotta be done. Ain't that you? Ain't you my rider, mane?" I ask. She nods her head. I kiss her lips. "You bettter not forget about me." she says. "Never." I say, standing. I hold her in my arms. She looks up and kisses me. I grip her ass then chuckle.

She just walked me outside. I let the garage up and toss her the keys to a new red Lamborghini and red G wagon. "They're yours." I say. She hops on me, kissing me. "I love you." she mumbles.  I kiss her again. "I love you too." I say. She gasps. I laugh, walking to my truck.  I wave then pull off.

Saying goodbye to her is probably the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life. I feel like shit.

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