Chapter 14

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Luna

I unlock the front door to my grandma house, and there she is. Sitting on the couch, looking at me all fed up.

"You got a problem?" I ask.

"Where you been?"

"Working." I lie.

"You back to work?"

"Well I don't know what you figure I'd do after wantin me to cut off the man who saved me from having to work, but okay, act like you real sad about it."

I go into a bedroom and shut the door behind me. Shit piss me off for real.

My phone is buzzin in my pocket but I ignore it. I got a big headache. I close my eyes, all I can see is my dads scary ass face. I only seen him a few times in my life, ion know why he hittin me up like I'm his daughter. He ain't shit to me. After everything that happened.

But Akim is. He's everything to me. My son, Akim and even though she bein rough wit me right now, my grandma. That's all that matters. And the bitch Francis Walker ain't doing nothin to change that.

I look at my phone, even though the light hurts my damn eyes. It's a bunch of missed calls from an unknown number and a text from Akim.

I call him and answer real fast. He tells me he miss me, even though I just seen him. I smile everytime we talk.

"I gotta ask something of you." I say.

"Anything, what you need?"

"I'm sorry to put you in this position, but I need you to kill someone for me."

"Ain't a thing, just gimme a name, they dead."

"Well, ion know if he still be going by this name, but it's King Fancy."

"What you say?" He ask "you want me to kill King Fancy?"

"Yeah...if you can't, forget about it-"

"Nah nah I will, but, I already been tryna have him dead for a long time."

"Really?" I say, pretendin like I don't know.

"Yeah, what he do to you anyway?"

"Well I'm guessing you know he outta prison, and I got a complicated past with the man, and he comin for me."

"Shit Lu...yeah consider him gone."

I sigh in relief. "Thank you."

"You wanna go out tonight?" He ask me.

"Sure I would...I wanna go dancin."

"Dancin?" He laughs "nah, I don't dance."

"Not even wit me?"

"Maybe wit you."

"Come on then, let's go dancin."

"Well I know bout this party my dawg havin, but ion know."

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