Chapter Thirty-Eight

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DJ (Daniel Jr)

I walk into the trap house and everyone begins to greet me.

"What's up boss"

"Aye Dj"

"What's up my nigga" Everyone speaks

I motion my head upwards signaling a what's up before going into my office and shutting the door.

It's my first day at the trap without my dad and I can't even be happy or excited because I keep thinking about Summer..

I take my phone from my hoodie checking for any missed calls or messages.

None...

I bang my fist on my desk "Man fuck this shit"

I stand up, leaving my office and walking out of the trap house.

I get back into my car and drive to aunt Lola's house..

Summer

I'm sitting in the kitchen eating some oxtails, rice and cabbage that my dad got me from this Jamaican spot.

There's a loud knock at the front door.

"Who the fuck knocking like the police?" My mom asks furrowing her eyebrows.

I watch as she gets up, marching to the front door..

I hear distant chatter and what sounds like Dj causing me to jump up.

I run to the front door..

"I just want to see her" Dj pleads attempting to look past my mom but she blocks his view.

"See her for what, so you can put your hands on her again?" My mom scuffs.

"Man you doing too much" Dj responds.

"If protecting my daughter is doing too much then I guess I'm doing too much" My mom shrugs.

"You don't have to protect her from me" Dj semi yells.

"You know what?" Dj asks.

"What?" My mom questions.

"If you don't want me to see her then cool but keep that same energy when she's heart broken after I move on" Dj tells my mom causing me to gasp.

"Move on with who?" I ask on the verge of tears.

My mom turns around.

"Summer!" Dj exclaims.

"Move on with who?" I ask again looking Dj in his eyes.

He doesn't respond.

"Please don't move on, I love you" I cry walking over to him.

He wraps his arms around me, filling me with warmth.

"Why haven't you contacted me?" Dj asks.

"My mom took my phone" I cry hysterically.

"Summer" My mom says softly.

"I love him!" I yell "You can't keep me away from him, I love him"

"I love you too" Dj tells me.

He grabs my chin, locking eyes with me before planting a kiss on my lips.

"I'm sorry" He tells me barely above a whisper "I'm so sorry"

A few seconds later my dad pulls up, getting out of his car.

He stares at the scene in confusion..

"Poncho" My mom says clearing her throat.

I begin wiping my tears.

"What's going on?" My dad raises an eyebrow.

I look at my mom with pleading eyes hoping she doesn't say what I think she's going to say...

"Nothing" My mom shakes her head.

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Bj (Brent Jr)

"Bitch I'm the biggest and don't forget the realest, real money gettin nigga. I got a power house don't come through on a moped, I'm way to slippery to have some pressure with your broke ass (uh uh) stepping like a doormat, bad bitch her ass fat and she walk like she know that, nigga. (Uh) I'm super litty. I'm savage but be chillin" I rap along to Bossman Dlows song The realest as I drive to Sasha's house for our date today.

Uncle Red let me hold one his cars but I still wish my dad would give me my shit back..

I pull up to Sasha's house turning my music down.

Picking my phone up from the center console I call her..

No answer.

"Come on Mami, I told you I was coming" I say to myself confused on why she not answering the phone.

I call her again..

Still no answer.

I turn the car off, taking the keys out of the ignition.

I grab my gun from under the seat, putting it into my waist band before getting out of the car..

Her neighborhood rough as hell.

As I'm walking up to her building I notice some crackheads with no shoes on hitting a pipe by the stairs.

I should've bought some work to sell they ass..

I get to Sasha's door and I knock.

After standing there a few seconds, I impatiently knock again..

No answer.

I begin to walk away when something tells me to turn around..

I twist the nob and to my surprise the door is unlocked.

"Sasha" I call out from the doorway.

I hear faint cries...

"Sasha!" I call out again, walking into the dirty apartment.

I make my way to her room opening the door.

"Sasha" I yell as she lays there in ripped clothes crying her eyes out..

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