All For Love (Urban Fiction) Part 5

Chapter 31 Kaidyn

Kaidyn

So, I stood there, eagerly waiting for my bestfriend Chantel to make her grand entrance down the aisle on her wedding day. This was something we dreamed about since 12 years old, and  couldn't believe I was actually witnessing it. Most friendships didn't last as long as ours, and I was so proud of the woman she had grew into.  As Chantel began her walk, I couldn't help but notice that something was off with her. There was a hint of nervousness in her eyes, and her smile seemed a bit forced. It was like she was carrying a secret burden.

But then, my attention shifted to Marcus, the groom. I noticed a scratch under his eye as he watched Chantel approach. My heart skipped a beat, and my mind started racing. Did they have an argument? Was there something that happened the night before? I couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and concern for both of them. Daniel winked at me from across the room as he stood as the best man in the wedding, staring into my eyes, and distracting me from my thoughts as I gave him a lazy grin.

As Chantel grew closer, I made a mental note to check in with her after the ceremony. I wanted to be there for her, to offer support and make sure everything is okay. Weddings were supposed to be filled with love and joy, but true friendship meant being there for each other through the ups and downs. I'd be there for Chantel, no matter what.. Even if she wasn't ready at that very moment to commit to what we had dreamed about since kids. 

I couldn't help but notice Marcus's reaction as Chantel's father gave her away to him. I saw a mixture of emotions on his face, but above all, I could sense his gratitude. It was like he couldn't believe that the wedding was actually happening, and he was so grateful to have Chantel by his side, despite what might have happened the previous night. I thought it was a beautiful moment, filled with love and appreciation. There was an undeniable sense of happiness for Marcus and Chantel, knowing that their journey was just beginning. Love was definitely in the air that day as I pictured what my own wedding would be like with Daniel. 

Daniel

It had to be about 4:30 a.m. and once again, I found myself trying to be this nigga's guardian angel or some shit. Nigga would pick the perfect time to fuck up... I thought to myself as I  approached Lauren's apartment. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up my spine. The complex she lived in seemed to close in around me as I adjusted the gun along my waistband. It was always something off about going into unfamiliar territory. 

Sure, the lifestyle we lived came with respect, but at what cost? You had to keep your guard up and be four steps ahead at all times, no matter if it was a  woman, man, young or old because everyone wanted the top spot. It was something about her, that seemed sketchy, something that made me feel like she was playing her cards perfectly. I didn't know too many people who would take some of the risks she did, to affiliate with Marcus or even feel comfortable admitting the shit she did in his presence. I had to do my research on her ass. Was she working with niggas out of state, was she FEDS? Hell nah, she killed a nigga and admitted to it.. the fuck was she up to? Without Marcus saying a word, I peeped the interest he showed her and it was confirmed earlier tonight when I saw Jahleel slide him the condom.

 Breezeways between each apartment  casted long shadows on the quiet street. With each step I took, I felt a mix of agitation and determination fueling my every move.

Reaching the front door, worn and weathered from years of use,  I took a deep breath to steady myself. I raised my hand and knocked, the sound echoing through the stillness of the neighborhood. I made sure to keep my hand near the waist of my pants incase she had a nigga who would be on some tough shit this early. I knew she was still awake because I followed her from the hotel shortly after Marcus left. Call it paranoia, but I had to see if she was moving foul in any way. I couldn't afford to let pussy cloud our operations. Marcus might have been too head-gone with the case going on, the FEDS, new shipments coming in faster than we could get them out, niggas breaking in his shit, the club, his baby mama, his kids, Chantel. I wasn't the one to judge his character, but lately he wasn't thinking straight and I had to do my part by cleaning up his fuck ups. The anticipation built within me as I waited for a response, my mind was calm with thoughts of what awaited me on the other side.