Destined 2 Love ( Sequel )

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Kross:

I sat in the chair beside the bed where Skylar currently slept peacefully. So much shit has been weighing on me heavy. I mean, the fact that Taylor was selfish enough to snort coke with her kid in the house is beyond me. How can a person expose their own child to such an unhealthy environment.

I sat in the chair thinking of a million and one ways to explain this madness to my daughter. Sadly, there's nothing I can say to explain to a 3 year old that her mother isn't stable. All Skylar has known is Taylor, her mother. I don't want her to feel like I'm trying to take that away. I just want what's best.

A few light knocks came to the door before opening. "You haven't eaten, KJ." My mother spoke, standing in the doorway. "I'm not hungry." I told her, putting my eyes back on a sleeping Skylar. Giselle looked over at her son, seeing the look of distress printed across his face. "I know you're going through a lot, KJ." She voiced. I shook my head.

We still have yet to talk about the role she played in me finding out about Skylar, however, she's still my mother and I love her to death. "Ma, I don't even want to talk about it." I said, "I just wanna feel like I'm doing the right thing." I looked over at the window. The moon light beamed through the thin curtains since a full moon was out tonight.

"Baby, you are doing the right thing. You're doing what a man should do, and that's putting his child first." She reasoned. "I don't want Skylar to hate me." I uttered, feeling like she would grow up with some type of resentment towards me, her own father. "Don't assume the worst, KJ. When the time is right, and Skylar is a little older, you can explain everything to her." My mom said.

I nodded, looking at nothing in particular this time. "You know, if it wasn't for Destiny pointing out what she saw on the table, I wouldn't have known she was doing drugs." I ran my hands down my face. "Well, thank God for Destiny." My mother sighed. "Right. I don't want Skylar growing up like that. I want her to look back on her childhood and smile, not cry or have hate in her heart." I voiced.

"If it's one thing I know..." she paused, smiling at me. "You are the best father to your children." Hearing those words made me feel good, as if I'm doing right by Kaleb and Skylar. And doing right by my children is all I want to do. They didn't ask to come into this world, so it wouldn't be fair to make their lives complicated.

"Thanks, Ma." I looked up at her, faintly smiling. "I'll always be here for you, KJ." She said before kissing my cheek. "But, you're not too old for me to slap you across the back of your head. Come downstairs and eat this food, boy." She spoke in a more-so demanding tone. "I'm coming." I laughed, holding my hands up in surrender.

I don't have a solution to all of my problems, but from here on out, I'm only thinking about the positive.

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The next day:

Hakim:

Hakim sat in his office in distress. There was still no word on his friend, and just like Jhade, he was beginning to get a bad feeling. He thought it was weird of Quan to just up and leave, especially without taking any money, clothes or photo ID documents. He couldn't put his finger on it just yet, but he knew something was off.

When he went to Quan's house to search the place it looked like somebody broke in and turned the entire house upside down. There was broken glass everywhere. He sighed looking down at his phone vibrate in his hand. Deciding to ignore the call, he tossed the phone on the desk before walking over to pour himself some Hennessy.

As Hakim remembered the last conversation they had vividly, a light bulb went on in his head. He remembered Quan telling him that he was the one who shot Kross Jackson. Despite the fact he told his friend that wasn't the right move, he already knew it was too late. Closing his eyes, he began deep thinking.

His head shot up as he grabbed up his phone, dialing a number he didn't call too often. "Hello." The person from the other end answered. "Yo. It's Hakim." He said from his end. "What up, boy?" Chance responded. "Ain't shit. Rippin' and runnin'." He chuckled. "I hear that. Man, I ain't from your goofy ass in a min'. What do I owe this phone call?" Chance questioned.

Which was true, the two haven't spoken in years. Hakim and Chance met each other when they were both starting fresh, on a come up. They worked the same blocks together and eventually grew cool. Unfortunately, Chance got locked and Hakim was the only one who survived the cold streets of New York. "I ain't bout to beat 'round the bush." Hakim spoke, clearing his throat.

"I know my boy, Q, shot yo mans. He told me. And, I know 9 times out of 10, y'all have sum to do with him being M.I.A." He said, not holding anything back. Chance chuckled from his end, "Nigga is you insinuating we did something to your boy?" He asked. "I know how this street shit works. It's blood for blood." Hakim said, looking out the window in his office.

"If y'all did some shit to retaliate, say that shit. He got a little sister that's losing her mind being worried about him, bruh." He added. Chance listened to Hakim, not really giving a fuck about what he said. Although he and Hakim go way back, his loyalty will always lie with Kross.

"It is blood for blood. So, don't be calling my phone looking for answers you probably already have. If there's a problem, come see me." Chance stated from his end. Hakim snickered, nodding his head. "Mm. I think we both know how this gon end." He said. "Blood for blood." Chance said. "Blood for blood." Hakim repeated. The call ended after that.

Living the life of a thug may seem savage, but there's only 2 ways out of this shit; jail or death.

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