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Red and blue lights flashed, the neighborhood was flooded with officers patrolling the streets. "We ain't gettin' outta hea' without gettin' caught." Sharawn spoke. Jack paused "Bro whea' 'Mar at?" He turned facing Sharawn. Shamar's chest heaved up and down, he jogged up the stairs to the apartment complex. "I don't know bruh. I hope he not in there." Sharawn glanced at their spot that was still being raided.
Shamar pounded on the front door, he pulled the duffel bag from his shoulder. Bree pulled the door open "You already fuckin' searc-" she paused quickly letting him in. Shamar entered the apartment shutting the door, he threw the duffle on the kitchen island. He yucked the white t shirt off "Water, I need water." He let out a breath. Bree pealed open the fridge "Shamar please tell me you have nothing to do with what's going on outside." She tossed him the bottle of water.
He cracked the seal on the bottle plopping down on the couch "They search in hea' yet?" He eyed her gulping down the bottle of water. Bree sighed shaking her head "Yea, what did you do?" Shamar ignored her he pressed the cellphone against his ear "Yo." He spoke. "Bro whea' you at? Shit is crazy out hea'. Did you get out?" Sharawn leaned against the brick wall. "I'm good b. You A'ight? Jack good?" Shamar pulled the gun from his waist. "Yea we good, we out hea'." Sharawn spoke.
Shamar nodded "Y'know I don't wanna be on the phone long, but be safe out thea'." He hung up. He placed the gun on the coffee table "Come hea'." He eyed Bree. "Are you gonna tell me what happened?" She crossed her arms. "We ain't do nothin' they just came outta no where and started raiding the place." He shrugged. She squinted her eyes at him before taking a seat beside him.
"But wassup with chu? Why you ain't been answerin' my texts and shit?" He furrowed his eyebrows. "Because of Maria?" He eyed her. "No it's not her.. well she triggered something." She spoke. "What she do?" He sat up. "She didn't do anything Shamar." Bree sighed. "So what the fuck happened Bree." He raised his voice. "Seriously? Calm down." She scooted away from him. He shook his head "Bro if that's how you finna act to tell me one thing I don't even wanna know anymore." He shrugged.
"I can't have kids Shamar." She blurted out. "I'll never be able to do that for you or anyone." Her voice cracked. He pulled her into a hug "It don't matter if you can't have kids, I love you Bree." He mumbled. She pulled away from him "It does matter some other woman is out there having your baby when you're supposed to mine, my boyfriend." Shamar shook his head "Y'know Maria was way before you. I asked you if you wanted to be with me and you sa-" the two were interrupted by a soft knock on the door.
Bree got up from the couch making her way over to the front door "Who is it?" She spoke dryly. She stood on the other side of the door picking her finger nails "Bree? Its Riley."
