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Aaron's trynna have his cake and eat it too! So is Nami. I'm not here for them. I'd be here for Aaron trying to fight for his marriage but Nami has to be cut from the equation. Dutch might be catching on to the lies Nami is telling. Nas like fuck it and trynna swoop in. Oop.

It's always exciting to have something you can't have unfortunately Aaron is taking shit a bit too far. If Gabby does dip with the kids I can't blame her. You can only take someone's bullshit for so long. 

I do believe that Dutch is picking up on Nami's behavior, but I don't think she believes Nami would hurt her like that. Nas damn sure is kicking his game up a bit and Dutch is what he's after. 

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Yes, this nigga Aaron has the nerve to have a wife at home, well shit should I be saying had a wife a home cause Gabby is finna leave his black ass high and dry. Do you think they're really going divorce? If they do where does that leave the kids? Shit can get messy.

That nigga Nas done got his culinary skills and he call him playing iron chef in the kitchen now he think he can burn. Is it safe to say Nas is catching feelings or do you think he's simply a bit infatuated with Dutch for the moment? 

Let me know what you think, any feedback is appreciated.

Ch.4| I Got This

Ch. 4| I Got This

Aaron

Our Gabby’s House

2:06 p.m

“Smile for mommy Tori!” I heard Gabby say to Tori as she snapped a few photos with her phone while we waited for Trey to come out of his room. Hearing my baby laugh and giggle made me laugh with her. It’s infectious.

Looking at the smile on Gabby’s face as she took pictures of Tori warmed my heart. I haven’t seen that Gabby in a while.

“Daddy I’m ready!!” Trey yelled as he raced out of his room sneakers in tow “Can we go to the park now!” he said as he damn near ran out the front door.

“Aye where you going with no shoes on!” Gabby yelled as she laughed at his antics.

“Mommy I can put them on in the car! I don’t want to miss the ice cream truck!” he said as he hopped in the back seat and buckling his seat belt impatiently waiting for us to follow his lead.

“Daddy put me down!” Tori said trying to wiggle from grip.

“I wonder where they get that from” Gabby said mugging me as she grabbed a few snacks for the kids and her purse.

 “Shit me too!” I said while kissing Tori’s cheek then putting her down so she could run to the car to follow her brother’s lead.

Those two are attached at the hip being that she’s 3 and he’s 4 everything he does she has to do and she tries to do it better.

 My baby is gonna be something.

____

 “Watch out for your sister Trey!” Gabby yelled behind them as they both sped off to go play.

 And instantly the awkward silence slowly crept it’s way between us.  The ever too familiar awkward silence we’ve both grown to know very well.

 “So how have you been? I see that your business has taken off well” I said trying to make conversation and to take note of how well her company has taken off.

 She started her own hair product line about a year ago and business is booming. I remember when she was in the kitchen playing mixtress, using me and Nas as guinea pigs to test her products.

 “And I see you ain’t wearing your ring,” she said smugly without looking away from Tori playing on the swings.

I let out a deep sigh and ran my hand down my face seeing clearly where this is going.

 “Why you beating around the bush and pussyfootin’ around the real issue at hand?” she continued.

“Come on man, not today shit was going well until you had to come at my jugular,” I said getting irritated.

 “What’s her name Aaron?” she asked simply.

 “What?” my ears perked up because I don’t think I heard her clearly.

 “Nigga you heard me loud and clear. We’ve been married for 6 years and I been with you since I was 15, you think I don’t know the way you move?” she said looking at me like I was stupid.

 “You’re so predictable it’s sad and the fact that I keep falling for it makes me even more foolish and gullible than you to think you'd change” she said almost disgusted with herself.

 "The fact that you said “what” tells me there is someone else,” she said with tears brimming in her eyes, but her pride wouldn’t let them fall.

“I’m tired of this, you won,” she said defeated. I looked at her with furrowed brows.

 “I’m a good woman and I know that. All I asked you to do was not do me dirty, be loyal and hold me down like I’ve done for you all these years. But you couldn’t do that, you take and take and take, but at this point I have nothing left to give,” her voice shook as she spoke.

 She got quiet and looked at me, analyzing my face hoping that I wouldn't confirm her suspicion. I remained quiet knowing that if I said something it would only add fuel to the fire.  We stared at each other both trying to read each other, but for once I couldn’t.

 “I want a divorce,” she said after an eternity in a firm voice.

 I opened my mouth to speak Tori and Trey came racing over to us.

 “Mommy can we have some juice?” they said in unison and out of breath.

 Gabby put her mommy cape back on and handed them their juices as they sat in between us regaining their energy. So focused all her attention on them from that point forward completely ignoring me. Leaving me alone to my thoughts.

 A divorce?

 Is it that bad that she’d go that far?

 Did I push her that far that she’s ready to throw in the towel and throw everything away?

Naaaah.

Dutch

Nasir’s House

4:00 p.m.

“That’s foul son! You have 7 cars in your garage and I can't whip one for the night? Some brother you are,” Cheri said chuckling darkly.

I woke up to the heavy aroma of weed in the air and Cheri and Nas going at it in true sibling form.

“Damn” I mumbled to myself as I licked my lips causing Nas to turn his attention to me.

“You’re finally awake sleepin’ beauty,” he said walking over to me on the couch completely ignoring what his little sister was saying and came over to check on me.

“That’s foul Nas! Come on I had classes and work all week. I just want to  go out for a little while pleaaasssse” she pleaded and made him feel guilty at the same time.

We all know that Nas has a soft spot for his baby sis and she busses her ass every day with school and work. She really is a good girl.

She gave him a pair of doe eyes that made Bambi look like trash and he folded. 

Kissing his teeth,” Fine! And don’t go leaving none of your shit in my car” he said pointing to his car key rack, allowing her to chose any car she wanted for the night.

“Thank you!” she said gleefully and kissed his cheeks as he swatted her away.

 “Come on chill! I don’t want your ugly to rub off go sumwhere man!” he said wiping his face.

 “Boy please! I love you bye,” she as she grabbed the keys and ran out.

 “I spoil her,” he chuckled to himself as he shook his head.

 “She’s a good girl she deserves it,” I told him honestly as I shifted on the couch.

 He looked at me with an unreadable expression and put a stray hair behind my ear “yeah, she does,” he said. I knew that statement had an underlying meaning.

 “I bought you a new phone while you were sleeping I know your phone was finished after the accident,” he said pointing to the box sitting on the table in front of me.

 “You didn’t have to,” I said graciously “Nami could have gotten it for me.”

 As soon as I mentioned Nami he sucked his teeth and his jaw clenched. I know better than anyone that there’s bad blood between the two, but they’ve always been able to be cordial for the most part.

 “Can you not?” I asked him.

 He nodded his head and changed the subject, “AK stopped by with some food that Autumn cooked for you. He said he stopped by your place, but Nami wasn’t there so he figured you were here with me,” he stated smartly as he got up and walked into the kitchen I’m assuming to go heat up the food.

I nodded my head figuring Nami is out making runs, now that I’m out of commission everybody has been picking up double time to make up for my lack of work.

Turning on my new phone I see that I have missed calls, most from customers and a few from the crew.

Going through my text I noticed that I haven’t gotten one from Nami today. Something isn’t right I haven’t seen her since last night and she hasn’t shot a message asking if I’m good. 

To Panda:

Wassup where you at?

 I saw a few messages from the crew and two from an unknown number.

 From 1 646 XXX XXXX:

Hey?

From 1 646 XXX XXXX:

Is this Dutchess?

 I read the message and seriously pondered about who it could be, I’m not one to give out my number. Curiosity got the best of me and I replied,

To 1 646 XXX XXXX:

Who’s asking?

 No less than five seconds later the phone buzzed and tinged in my hand,

From 1 646 XXX XXXX:

My name is Beau Wade. I was in the car that hit her and I’d like speak with her.

I looked down at the phone like it was an alien. To be honest I haven’t though about the accident since I left the hospital because I just want to put it behind me and focus on healing. Reliving it put me in a dark place.

I felt it buzz in my hand twice breaking me from my dark thoughts.

From Panda:

 Hey baby, I’ve been making runs all day. A said Nas took the day off to look after you so I’m going to pick you up from his place later on tonight.

From 1 646 XXX XXXX:

 Dutchess? I’m so sorry for everything that happened. I know that you don’t know me and have no reason to believe me, but I really want to help you. I’d like to be there for you in anyway that I can.

 I read the messages and tossed my phone onto another couch. I didn’t want to be bothered with it for a while. Something about Nami’s text rubbed me the wrong way.

 “What you ova there thinkin’ bout so hard?” Nas said breaking me from my thoughts.

 The last thing I want to talk with him about is Nami, his opinions are too biased he never cared for Nami so I can’t expect to get just advice from him. For that I need AK or Autumn.

 “Nothing, but that food in your hand tho,” I said grinning and nodding my head over to the plate in his hand.

 “Chill chubbs I’m coming,” he said setting up trays for us, before going back to the kitchen to get the drinks.

 Being the greedy crumb snatcher that I am I tried to reach for the fork and get some pasta off the plate.

 “Ahh!” I moaned out in pain biting my bottom lip to stifle my moan hoping Nas didn’t hear me.

 “What you doing greedy?” Nas asked amused as he walked over setting the drinks down on the trays.

 “I got hungry,” I pouted like a little kid.

He chuckled as he sat down next to me, he began cutting up the chicken breast on my plate into strips then turned to me, “Let me help,” he said before feeding me the chicken and pasta. 

“Mmmm wait this don’t taste like Autumn’s food,” I said with a raised eyebrow. Yeah my girl Autumn could burn some pans, but not like this. This food had southern feel to it, this food was giving me the warmth that only food from the NOLA can give.

After coming down from the high the food was giving me I took note to the music playing.

“And you know this is my song,” I said mouthing the lyrics.

“You catch everything,” he chuckled and held the fork to my mouth waiting for me to open.

“I put ha food to the side. You eat her food all the time, I wanted to do something special and play chef for a while,” he said wiping pasta sauce from my bottom lip with is thumb before putting it in his mouth and licking it off.

“Did you forget who you dragged to The Roots concert because someone couldn’t make it,” he chuckled licking lips looking at me. He made a point to emphasize the someone in his statement.

 His lips never looked that good before. It’s like I’m seeing them for the first time and I can’t complain about what I see.

I giggled, “I’m not complaining, but you should have some too. It’s good,” I said in between bites and pointing to his untouched plate.

“Don’t worry about me I got this, now eat. I made peach cobbler and fresh ice cream for desert you keep talking and you gon’ miss out” he said before feeding himself from my plate to oblige my request.

“Wait, did you say you made ice cream?” My curiosity was piqued.

 “You ain’t know?” he said pausing to look at me “ya boy got skills in that kitchen baby!”

 “Keep talking like that and you might keep me for good, you know food is the way to my panties” I laughed at my self and slapped my hand over my mouth realized what slipped out my mouth.

“Nah bae I got other ways to get to those, and this is just something to get you wet. Give you a taste of what’s to come,” he said wiggling his eyebrows.

I couldn’t help, but throw my head back and laugh at his silliness. I rarely get a good laugh, but when I do his silly ass is the one to give it to me. 

“I like your laugh,” he said while studying my face and I instantly began to blush and feel a tingle in my loins from the look he was giving me.

 I looked away embarrassed and I didn’t need him to see my flushed face.

He chuckled and rose from the couch, “I’m gonna go check on the ice cream bae.”

Did this nigga just call me bae?

I slick have an attitude about the last chap. Who in the fuck does Nami think she is being foul like that? But let her keep playing because Nas is going to scoop Dutch right on up! Lmao. I think they'd be cute together, but Dutch is definitely not letting go of Nami that easily.

Lol girl stop. Nami is foul for the shit she's pulling, but that nigga A is no better. Nas and Dutch are cool for now maybe he's just infatuated for the moment? lol 

I thought this bitch Nami was gay, now she's cheating on her injured girlfriend and with a nigga at that. I can't take her, at first I liked her but now that bitch is dead. Seriously who does that, I can't wait for there break up!

Chile, Nami went and did the bankhead bounce right on that nigga A’s face, foul af but homegirl did it. And she didn't just fuck some random nigga, but the nigga that Dutch breaks millions with, smh.

 And how you know they gon’ break up? Nas might not spill the beans on what he saw that night *kanye shrugg*

Nami and Aaron are foul! That's all I have to say. With Nas catching feelings, and Beau getting into the mix (when and if he makes it there) and then there's still Nami, this is going to be interesting. Good chapter

Giiirl,

Idk what to tell you about Nas and his damn feelings, but his stupid ass might just be catching ‘em. And to be honest I’m not sure that’s the best chess move he could make, but let the chips fall where they may.

Nami…..Aaron…..

Just started reading it. I like it already. Next update?

Thanks love, I’ll more than likely be updating tonight ^.^

Thanks for the shout out! I will be reading this too. I love Nicole from Sleepy Hollow.

That’s how excited I got when I saw your feedback lol. Your story is amazing and Gina is my boo of course I’d shout it out. I’m patiently waiting for that update tho.

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Nami....girl, the fuck? Now  I think she's dead ass wrong, but tell me how you guys feel? You think Autumn knew what was really up? Dutch and Nas? Chile what's going on there, that nigga is acting like he's catching feelings. Could he be or is he reading too much into it? You tell me, check out Ch.3 pts 1 & 2 below,

Ch. 3 Pt. 1 | Noncompliance

Ch. 3 Pt. 2| Disrespectful Compliance

Ch. 3 Pt. 2| Disrespectful Compliance

Nami

The Crib

10 p.m.

“Fuck you adding so much butter for Paula Deen, you trying to give her diabetes?!” I said while smacking Nas in the back of his head as he stirred some butter into Dutch’s mashed potatoes while he bumped his head to “Or Nah”.

“Can you lick the tip, then throw the dick or nah?” he sang ignoring me and it did something to me. As much as I can’t stand him he does have a voice.

“What I told you about putting hands on me?” he softly said while carefully placing the steak next to the mashed potatoes on her plate.

“I’ono nigga care to remind me?” I said with attitude as I put my hands on my thick hips. Just cause shit is rocky at the moment don’t mean I’m finna be nice to this nigga.

He smacked his teeth, “why you gotta have a attitude all the damn time? For once I’m trying to be nice to ya stupid ass and you gotta fuck it up,” he said with as much attitude as I gave him.

“Cause yous a BITCH!” I said as I grabbed a piece of broccoli off the plate and ran out laughing.

“And clean up my damn  kitchen fool!” I yelled behind me.

“Baby, Nas is coming with your plate now; Autumn if you want some you better go remind him cause you know that nigga is greedy and he will eat it all,” I told them as I finished my stolen piece of broccoli.

“You’re not eating with us?” Autumn asked; this bitch is too damn intuitive always picking up on shit.

“Nah I’m about to hop in the shower and make a run real quick. Since Aaron fucked up his hand he asked me to make a run for him, I won’t be gone long,” I told them turning to head to the bathroom.

“Cool, I’ll just tell Nas to wrap mine up and I’ll drive you over there. All of today’s excitement go me tired son, my bed and my man keeps calling me,” she giggled as she looked down at her phone obviously talking about AK.

“Iight bet” I said racing to the shower.

___

“Ready Autumn?” I said looking down and checking my outfit.  Watching them share a laugh while watching Bob’s Burgers made me feel a pang of guilt. I’m supposed to be laid up with my baby yet I’m finding an excuse to sneak away.

This shit has to stop.

“Autumn!” I barked at her out of frustration making her snap her head in my direction.

“What bitch! The show is almost over damn! You got some damn nerve coming in here rushing people,” she said with attitude.

“I don’t care I just want to go and come back,” I said bringing my tone down some; it’s not her fault I’m on edge.

She rolled her eyes, “fine” she huffed.

“Dutch I’ll be back tomorrow after I finish my drops, I’ll bring some lunch for you” she said as she kissed Dutch’s forehead and leaned over to give Nas a hug.

She grabbed her plate, “let’s go,” she finally said to me.

“Baby I’ll be back soon” I said leaning down to kiss Dutch as she nodded her head and reached over to mush Nas causing him to kiss his teeth.

___

“Thanks Autumn see you tomorrow,” I said hopping out of her whip and slamming the door before she could respond.

I’m here. Again. Why?

If I had to give you an honest answer as to why I’m here I couldn’t tell you. I began to contemplate with myself as I used my key to unlock his lobby door and make my way to his elevator. 

“You should be home with your girl, taking care of her. Nursing her back to health,” I told myself and rested my head against the elevator wall, letting out a deep sigh. 

“It’s not too late to turn back,” I told myself as the doors opened up on his floor. My feet had a mind of their own as they made their way to his apartment. I used my key and made my way in.

“Aaron!” I yelled as I took off my sneakers and made my way through his dark apartment.

“In here!” he yelled from his room. I opened his bedroom door to find him sprawled across his bed looking up at the ceiling fan spin.

“Is that my-”? 

“Thong, yeah it is” he completed my sentence without breaking his stare from the ceiling.

Turning his head and looking at me intently, “C'mere” he said with a thick country accent almost matching my own.

Dragging my feet I made my way to where he was, “what took you so long?” he innocently asked as he played with the drawstring on my sweats before he pulled it making them fall to my ankles.

“Duty calls wifey needed me” I chuckled running my fingers over his waves as he bent down to remove each leg from my sweats.

I felt him nod his head as he kissed up every inch of my exposed leg, alternating between the two before reaching up to take off my shirt tossing it somewhere.

“Lay down” he said in a husky voice as he reached to pull my thong down.

Once again, that same pang of guilt hit me. Here we go again, doing it again.

“Aaron we shoooooouuuu” was all that came out as he wrapped his plump, full lips around my clit cutting me off mid sentence as my fingers found their way to the back of his head holding him place.

“Aaahh!” I moaned as I felt his tongue trace around my opening before plunging his tongue inside.

Fuck it I’ll deal with myself later, this feels too good. My senses were heightened and my words began to slur, I gave in letting pleasure run its course.

Nas

Dutch’s Crib

11:45 p.m.

“I wonder what’s taking her so long,” Dutch said worried about Nami.

“Yeah” I said dryly. Not that I wish anything bad on Nami, but not having her here was peaceful. No yelling, screaming arguing or bickering just laughs and snacks with the big homie.

“She was supposed to help me shower and change my bandages,” Dutch said frustrated as she fidgeted with her fingers.

“I can help you,” I blurted out faster than I probably should have. After showing my ass at the hospital I figured I’d be on my best behavior and look out for her in anyway I can.

She side eyed the fuck outta me “eww nigga I don’t want you seeing me naked” she said making us both laugh.

“Nah on some real shit I don’t want your wounds getting infected and you know I’m not some creep nigga, I’d never do you like that,” I told her as I flipped through the channels.

I watched her weigh her options from the corner of my eye, she really looked torn “Iight nigga, but no funny shit. I’ll break your fucking fingers” she complied.

“Yeah whatever club feet” I said making her pout as I stood up and reached down to gingerly pick her up in my arms. She instantly laid her head on my chest as we made our way to her bathroom. This felt wrong, but so right at the same time.

I sat her down on the chair already sitting in the shower and putting my phone on the docking station letting Jhene Aiko’s soulful voice fill the bathroom. I know she’s a big fan.

“You okay?” I asked her as I helped her slowly taking off her shirt. Even with the bandages around her torso and the few scrapes on her face she’s beautiful.

“Mmhmm” she said biting her bottom lip as I helped her take off her baggy sweats, I knew she was hiding the pain she really felt.

I looked down at her full breast encased in her victoria secret bra and the lime green g-string. That ass though? Shit lime green just might be my new favorite color!  Focus nigga, I told my self as I helped her slip off her underwear and rest back on the seat comfortably. The last thing I need is hard dick poking her in the arm.

She worked on her bra, while I worked on unwrapping her bandages. Looking at her marred, broken ribs infuriated me as I absentmindedly ran my fingers over them causing her to wince, “sorry” I mumbled.

“The showerhead comes off, I need you to wash my hair too,” she nonchalantly told me, as if her fine ass wasn’t just sitting here butt bald.

“Iight,” I mumbled as I began to hose her body down with the showerhead. I used my free had to massage at her scalp causing her to moan and my dick to jump.

“That feels nice,” she said with her eyes closed in a husky voice, one I never heard before. Catching a glimpse to the other side of Dutch made me look at her differently. For as long as I’ve known Dutch she’s always been one of the homies, nothing more nothing less.

I’m starting to feel some type of way and I’m not sure I want to stop it.  Watching her tilt her head back and the water drip off her was fucking my head up. She isn't even doing anything and my mind is already gone.

I took my time rubbing the soap over her body savoring the time, hell this will probably be the only time she allows this.

 “You almost done? My back is getting cold and my ass hurts from this hard ass chair,” she huffed breaking me from a trance as I watched the shampoo run from her hair.

 “Uuh y-yeah” I stuttered as I turned off the running water and turning around to reach for her towels. Turning back and looking at a soaking wet Dutch made my already hard dick brick. The way the steam clung around her body made her look almost ethereal. I unconsciously bit my lip while looking at her.

 “I know I’m sexy, but nigga damn hurry up” she said while shivering and smirking at me, making me blush. Which is a first, clearly I’m pussy. Fuck I look like blushing? I chuckled and shook my head.

 I wrapped one towel around her head and the other lightly around her body as I lifted her and carried her to her bedroom.

___

 “Nas call her again, please” Dutch almost begged me to try Nami’s phone again. At one point it actually rang, but she’s been sending me straight voicemail.

 I helped her get dressed and put some deep conditioner in her hair, we’ve been watching The Golden Girls on Netflix ever since. Only fucking Dutch could get me to sit and watch The Golden Girls, only her.

 “Dutch we tried her phone almost 10 times! She’s obviously ignoring it,” I told her as I played with the hem of her t-shirt. I find myself finding any excuse to touch her.

 “But it’s 3 a.m. where could she be?” she said in a sleepy voice as she rested her head on my shoulder. I could tell she was trying to fight sleep until Nami came home, but it doesn’t look like she plans on bringing her ass home anytime soon.

 “I don’t know Dutch, but your body needs rest and a nigga is tired. I’m finna go home and get in my own bed,” I told her before my body got too tired.

 I watched her begin to pout as I stood up, “I don’t wanna be alone, take me with you” she said lowly as she nervously played with the hem of her t-shirt.

I didn’t have to think twice, I scooped her in my arms, “you need anything from your room?” she shook her head no and we left without bothering to looking back.

 I felt the need and the urge to keep her close. Feeling her warm body lying on my chest felt right and I can’t say I mind feeling it more often. Before we reached the car she was passed out in my arms, I smiled and kissed her forehead.

 I gingerly laid her across my back seat and made my way to the driver’s side. I saw Nami hop out of a black jeep that looked like that nigga A’s and limp her ass to the building.

 I know that limp, that’s that good dick down limp.  I’ve left a couple bitches with that limp as a parting gift.

 Sneaky bitch.

 Any thoughts I had about taking Dutch back upstairs completely faded from my mind as I peeled away from the curb, purposely honking my horn and saluting at her causing her to jump and look back wide eyed. She knows she’s caught, but I wanna make her squirm a little before I blow her shit up.

 All the years of putting up with her bullshit makes it that much sweeter. The only person I don’t want to see hurt is Dutch, but I’m not sure how long I can avoid that.

 Looking at the startled look on her face confirmed all my suspicions.  That’s foul and if she’s creeping with who I think she is then she definitely ain’t shit.

I like Dutchess and Nami relationship, they kind of balance each other out. And I don't like how they just beat up Beau, where were his boys. They should've got handled too especially Boogz.

They do balance each other out a bit, but I’m not sure it’ll always be that way. It’s always quiet before a storm, but for now Dutch and Nami are a go. When Beau got jumped he was in Dutch’s room alone, Jay hadn’t even gotten to the hospital yet and Boogz' stupid ass was somewhere sleeping his alcohol off. Thanks for the feedback love, I appreciate it! 

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Ch. 3 Pt. 1 | Noncompliance

Dutchess

Mount Sinai Hospital

8:15 a.m.

“Ms. Blake you sure you’re making the best decision? Are you sure you’re not letting the sedatives speak for you?” One of the detectives asked me in complete disbelief.

Once the Dr. gave word to the detectives that I was conscious and able to answer questions they quickly came in with their notepads out ready to ask me if I remembered anything from the accident. I’ve never been a fan of NYPD so even if it was for my own benefit I wasn’t being compliant.

“Yes, I’m completely sure. I want all charges dropped against all parties responsible for the accident,” I told him never failing to break eye contact.

“Are you deadass right now?” Nami asked openly sharing her disgust and disbelief to those in the room. I could feel her burning a whole in the side of my face, but I’m not budging. I have to stand firm in what I feel is right.

“These niggas almost ended your shit, got you in this bitch handicap and you’re letting them walk!” Nami growled in disbelief.

“Baby how can you be okay with this? They’ve taken so much from you and you’re letting the shit rock,” I could see the tears brimming in her eyes, but I wasn’t budging.

 As hard as it is for me to let go of their careless mistakes, holding onto them would personally do me no good. Being bitter or vindictive isn’t going to get me to ride and deliver any sooner; it isn’t going to lessen the pain in anyway so why harbor that kind of hate?

Nami is quick to forget I’m running my own multi-million dollar illegal delivery service. Fuck I look like cooperating with the cops for anything? She's buggin. I get it they want what’s best, but I can’t risk them snooping around in my shit, Nami and the cops alike.

Ignoring her rant and the detective’s smartass comment, “Yeah I’m sure. I want any and all charges dropped. I’ve got enough on my plate, worrying about this is more than I need right now.” I told him curtly.

I heard Nami scoff and watched him nod his head, “Well here’s my card, give me a call when you change your mind,” he said very sure of himself and sure of my phone call.

“That won’t be necessary, I won’t be calling,” I said matching his tone dismissing him.

Before he got out the room I called to him, “Can you send my Dr. in your way out” I said with a smile full of blatant disrespect.

“I don’t fucking get you yo! How are you just okay with this?” Nami said as she let the tears freely stream down her face now that we’re alone.

“How you gonna explain this to Nas and A? They damn near beat that nigga to a bloody pulp and now you finna just let him go?” her voice was so exasperated and strained.

I opened my mouth to speak, but I closed it. How do I explain this to her and have her fully understand where I’m coming from? I can’t expect Nami to sympathize with me or relate because she’s not me and will never be able to rationalize my standpoint.

 As far as Nas and Aaron nobody told them to go play sergeant and captain save a bitch. I can fight my own battles and once again they’ve gone and done some reckless shit. I’ll deal with them later.

 “Ms. Blake I’m glad you’re awake and speaking,” the Dr. walked in interrupting my thoughts and the conversation. I silently thanked him.

 “You’re doing extremely well, how are you feeling?” he asked while reading over my charts.

 “My head is pounding and I’m hungry,” I told him and laughed, while he chuckled along with me. Nami rolled her eyes and shook her head.

 “How can you laugh at a time like this?” Nami said seething. I hated seeing her hurt, but if I didn’t laugh than her anger would be contagious and my thirst for blood would reawaken.

 The Dr. straightened up, “Ms. Blake for the next three months you’ll be on bed rest. Both of your legs have been broken, thankfully it was a clean break so the recovery process should be smooth, your bones should be reconnecting in no time. You will need assistance around the clock during your recovery process.” he paused letting me process what he was telling me.

 “You also have four broken ribs, the 6th, 7th, 11th and 12th. That adds an additional six to eight weeks to your recovery time.” He said finally letting it all sink in.

I have so many thoughts running through my mind, but none of which I cared to share with him. “Continue” I told him. 

“We’d like to keep you here for the week to run some tes—“ 

“Nah you good son, I’m ready to go now,” I said cutting him off before could finish his statement.

“Ms. Blake as strong as you feel mentally, physically your body just isn’t up to it. Your body needs to rest and recuperate” he said rationally.

“I completely understand that and I thank you for your concern, but I can get all my rest at home, in my bed instead of this stale ass hospital bed” I said smirking “ I also can have my own personal Dr. and nurse take care of me 24/7 if I need them. So if you have to airlift me out this bitch I’m going home tonight.”

“Ms. Blake, please think about your health,” the Dr. warned.

“That’s my only concern. Now please go work on my release forms and my medications” I said finally.

He huffed and walked away.

“You’re something else you know that?” Nami said chuckling and running her hand through her curls. Something she did when nervous.

“I know baby, but you love me though. Where’s everybody?” I asked her while looking around the empty room. After all the commotion they all scattered like roaches.

“Autumn went to go sit in the car with Nas and A. After they beat Beau’s ass they were bandaged up then escorted out of the hospital,” she said.

“Beau?” I asked confused. Did I miss something? She throwing names at me like I know people.

“He was in the car that hit you. He’s been sitting in your room since you got out of surgery and when we walked in and saw him too comfy by your side Nasir and A spanked that ass” she said excited. Her bird ass.

“Damn that’s crazy” was all I could come up with. Seeing her so excited about the pain inflicted on him was unsettling. She dead is showing all 32 teeth right now speaking about the ass whoopin’ Nas and A gave the man.

“I’m hungry,” I said completely changing the subject. She went on to say something, but I tuned her out my mind is somewhere else. I don’t want to deal with the bullshit right now, I’m still trying to process bed rest for 3 months what the fuck am I going to do for 3 FUCKING MONTHS! Everything I’ve always done has been on the go now that the option is completely taken from me I’m lost. 

“Baby you heard me?” Nami said break me from my thoughts.

“Nah wassup?” I said giving her my attention.

“I said when we get home I can cook a nice meal for all of us and we can all just get some sleep” she suggested.

“Sounds good baby, I’m gonna call you Nurse Nami from now on” I said as she giggled and leaned over to kiss me. Her soft lips melted into mine and I felt a sense of relief wash over her. 

“What am I gonna do with you?” she said using her finger to trace my bottom lip. 

“We’re gonna be okay,” I said with certainty as I heard the door opening. I could tell it was something she need to hear.

“I’ve got your release forms and your prescriptions” my Dr. came in saying.

“Don’t you move fast?” I said excitedly as I looked at the forms in his hand.

Beau

Mount Sinai

10 a.m.

“You sure this the room bruh?” Jay asked as he wheeled me into Dutchess’ room. This wheelchair shit is not where it’s at, but if I shift my body to much everything hurts then goes completely numb.

 “This is 432 right?” I asked Boogz making sure we’re in the right room. Cause apparently he be forgetting shit easily nowadays.

 He went to the door and checked, “yeah this is, but this shit has been wiped clean. The bedding hasn’t even been touched,” Boogz pointed out as he walked over to inspect the fresh bedding. The room looked like it had been wiped clean, no traces of anyone having been here.

 “I’m not buggin’ she was here, maybe they moved her to another room after the fight. Come on let’s go check a few rooms,” I suggested.

 She had to be here it’s not like she can up and walk outta here. We scanned all the rooms on her floor until we came across her Dr.

 “Well look who’s still meddling around” her Dr. mocked as he walked up to me, someone’s salty.

 “I could have lost my job for that little stunt you pulled,” he said. To be honest I don’t like his tone or attitude he lucky I’m in this chair right now.

 “Fuck all that, where’d you move her to?” I asked him ignoring the bullshit he was talkin’.

 He scoffed, “she was released.”

 “So soon?” I asked confused.

 “Yep she asked to be released to her private Md. so I granted her wishes,” he stated, before walking in the opposite direction ending the conversation.

 Wow she wasted no time.

 “Damn, shorty got the fuck outta here quick for someone with two bad legs,” Jay said aloud, reading my mind.

 “How are we supposed to find her now?” Boogz asked me while scratching his head.

Damn I didn't expect her to get up outta here so soon, I hoped that I'd at least get her phone number or shit an e-mail address, at this point a nigga is desperate. I can't just let her go that easily. Hanging my head and trying to think of ways I could possibly find her, I'm coming up blank.

"Maybe it's for the best," Boogz blurted out while still scratching the back of his head.

I furrowed my eyebrows confused when I looked at him, "what you mean?"

"I mean now that's she's gone maybe it's for the best that she's out of our lives for good. Now we don't owe her anything, she dropped all charges against us so legally we're free to move on with our lives," he looked at me with all seriousness in his eyes.

"You disgust me, get the fuck outta my face with that bullshit. I can't even believe that just came out your mouth!" I barked at him from my chair making everyone turn around and stare. But to be honest no fucks are given after the bullshit he just said.

"Yo I'm gonna give you a pass and blame it on the amnesia homie because the Riley I know would never say no fuck shit like that" Jay said backing me up and trying to diffuse the situation before it got ugly.

Him throwing out govs which meant shit was serious. Jay's the peacemaker between between Boogz and I, it's been that way for years. Because Boogz is the youngest the nigga can be impulsive and reckless, Jay has always been the one to catch him before shit got too out of hand. 

"This is shit YOU caused, NOBODY would have been here if YOU didn't put us here don't forget that shit when you wanna be so quick to run from the consequences of your actions," I quickly reminded him. This nigga must be stupid if he thinks we're giving up that easy on finding Dutchess. 

"You right my fault, I'm trippin'" Boogz said nooding his head, but I could tell there was more h wanted to say. I'll drop it for now cause if the nigga says some slick shit I'm gonna bust a stitch and proceed to lay hands on him.

Looking around the room everyone has went back to minding their own business except for one nurse. And as my luck would have it she was the one who came around and checked Dutchess' charts periodically.

“Jay don’t make it hot, but that nurse behind you. The thick one ” I said to him making him turn his attention on her. She been eyeing Jay since we got on this floor, but unlike Jay she had tact about scoppin'.

 “Damn that bitch is badder that a 2 year old,” Jay said a little to loud because she shook her head and rolled her eyes at Jay in particular as she made her way towards the elevator. I swear I can’t take his black ass nowhere.

I sucked my teeth and continued; “nigga she was Dutchess’ nurse and the only one that might be able to get any contact info for her. Don’t fuck this up.”

“Nigga, shush!” he said like somebody’s old country grandma, I’m trying so hard to keep from laughing at how serious he got.

Let me work,” he said waving me off then damn near sprinting to catch up with her as she walked into the elevator.

Boogz and I both had to bust out laughing as we watched the door close behind them. “He wasn’t even low” Boogz said in between laughs.

"Yeah whatever nigga," I said to myself something is off about this nigga Boogz and I need to know what before I can laugh and break bread with him again.

I like so far. Smdh at Boogz. Can't wait to see where you take this. :) peep you using my baby Tremaine!

My nigga, Boogz..

Idk what to tell you, he was mad hot boy. He was living for the moment and now he’ll have to pay the consequences for his actions. Whether they be good or bad. I’m glad you’re rocking with me :). 

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Hi I'm the writer of life after midnight and I just wanted to let you know that I like this story so far, Beau seems like he's gonna be interesting as well as Nami and I'm looking forward to the next update

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Ch. 2 | Rude Awakening

Nasir

Mount Sinai Hospital

7: 40 a.m.

Nami’s words rang through my ears like bells going off at a carnival. “He was in the car that hit Dutch,” kept playing in my mind over and over like a broken record. Watching him sitting there stroking her hand like he had the right to even touch her made me see red. Dutch is like a sister to me, blood couldn’t make us any closer so to have someone hurt her in this way was enough, but to see the nigga sitting there so calm like he belonged there did something to me. This nigga got some balls.  The savage in me was itching to come out.

“Relax nigga, chill,” I mentally told myself “we gone get that nigga soon.”

Nami walked over to Dutch’s left side and pulled up the seat next to her and sat staring up him. I saw so many emotions on her face, but her eyes told me that she was going through so much turmoil and was agitated by his presence. She had so much hate brewing in her right na and I could tell she was ready to snap. That bothered me because I’m the only one that’s allowed to get under her skin like that.

 Autumn didn’t know what to do so she cautiously walked over to Nami standing by her side. As soon as she laid eyes on Dutch and got a good look at her injuries she couldn’t hold back tears. Autumn wasn’t the type to cry so to see her just break down and sob uncontrollably almost broke me. My fam is hurtin’ right na and there’s nothing I can do to fix it. Nami pulled her down into her lap and craddled her.

“I promise you, we’re gonna get through this Autumn. You know my baby is strong! No little car crash is gonna keep her down,” Nami said while rubbing circles on her back. She said it trying to convince Autumn everything was going to be fine, but it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself something she didn’t even believe damn self.

 Like me, this nigga A didn’t budge from the doorway. He looked ready to rip this nigga apart piece-by-piece, limb from limb if he don’t make his way up outta here.

“Yo why the fuck is you still sittin’ here fuh!! You up in this bitch like you family or sumn,” I barked letting my anger get the best of me. He was too calm for me.

He looked around the room analyzing all the emotions on the faces of everyone in the room and looked directly at Nami, they nodded their heads at each other before he rose from the seat walking towards A and I to leave. Fuck was dat?  

Now we’re face to face and to be quite honest I don’t like the way this nigga is looking at me. His bitchass got my sister laid up in a fucking hospital bed while he’s walking the fuck around without a scratch on him lookin’ all sorry in the face and shit? Naaah son. This nigga A beat me to the punch, literally.

All I saw was a slender brown arm coming past the left side of my face quick as shit, catching him right in the right eye causing him to stumble back. Before he had a chance to recover or get his footing right I swung with as much force as I have connecting with his jaw. Watching the blood begin to flow from his mouth excited me, I instantly became giddy.

I was so busy kicking and stomping until I heard something crunch that I didn’t feel Autumn pulling me by my arm with all her strength.

“NASIR!! STOP PLEASE! YOU”RE GONNA KILL HIM!!” she screamed and cried as she kept trying to pull off him she watched the pristine white tiles of the hospital floor now covered blood red.

“Fuck’em,” I said simply through gritted teeth coldly as I continued my torrent of kicks into his side.

6 big burly ass hospital security guards came in and literally had to drag A and me off this nigga because now that we started letting up wasn’t happening. I wanted him to feel everything Dutch was feeling, hell I’m sure they could find him a bed up in this bitch once I’m done with him. He lucky this big nigga is pulling me off. They got A off much easier than they did me, one minute he was kicking and throwing blows the next he abruptly stopped, but I was too in my zone to peep what he peeped.

As they dragged us out I saw a Dr. followed by a nurse quickly rushing in to come take care of his bitchass. That brought a smile to my face knowing that he too would feel pain, but the smile I had was instantly wiped away when I saw Nami in frantic tears and holding a now very much awake Dutchess she too had streaming from her eyes, her sad, weak, tired eyes. She looked like she wanted to say something, but was too weak to say anything. I didn’t mean for her to wake up this way man. 

“FUUUUCKK!!” was all I could say as they finally yanked me out.

Boogz

Mount Sinai Hospital

8: 25 a.m.

“Yo B what the fuck happened last night dawg?” Jay asked me yet again, but I couldn’t give him an answer. More than likely because I really couldn’t remember shit and I wanted so badly to remember.

It wasn’t like I was trying to block out the events of the night because I was ashamed by my actions or just trying to forget it, but I really couldn’t remember. I’m drawing a complete blank as I looked at Jay with confused eyes and all he could do was shake his head at me with shame and disgust.

“Fuck you lookin’ confused fuh? Nigga you betta remember something and fast; you almost killed two fucking people man!” He said exasperated, completely annoyed with me. Seeing the bro so heated with me told me I fucked up bad.

“Deadass?” I said with wide eyes dumbfounded.

“You really don’t remember shit from last night?” Jay was supposed to come chill with us last night, but took some overnight hours at his job instead so he cancelled last minute. I remember that much, but once I started drinking shit got fuzzy.

“Wow” he scoffed and shook his head. “How fucking dense can you be?” his words came at me like daggers.

“Fuck, nigga chill!” I said getting heated, he’s not about to make me feel guilty for some shit I don’t remember and probably isn’t even that bad.

“No, nigga you need to chill. You almost killed your best friend and an innocent cyclist. Two innocent fucking people caught up in your drunken fuck shit and you want me to calm down?” he said fuming. “Nigga you got shit all fucked up and you’re selfish as fuck son,” he said truthfully.

Just as he was continuing his rant two male nurses followed by a Dr. brought a body in and laid it down on the empty bed in my room. That nigga was fucked up from what I could see he had a black eye, his face was swollen and had bandages wrapped around his torso.

“Beau?” Jay blurted out as we studied the man’s bruised face from a distance.

“Mmmm” he groaned from his bed.

“The fuck happened to you!?” He said rushing over to his bedside. Bad enough I had trouble getting out of my own bed with one broken arm, but this fucking hospital gown keeps opening up in the back giving my cheeks way too much exposure. This nigga Jay paid no attention to my plight though.

“…Water,’ Beau mumbled out from a dry throat as Jay quickly complied with his request. His eye was swollen shut so he had to rely on his hearing to know exactly where Jay was.

Once he finally found his voice, “ I got jumped” he said solemly.

“BY WHO?!” Jay and I said at the same time. Even with one broken arm I’m down for whatever.

“The girl you hit last night, her bros fucked me up,” He said with anger undeniable in his voice.

“I hit a girl?” I asked shocked and confused.

Even with his eye-swollen shut he gave me that “Nigga are you deadass?” look. “Yeah both her legs are broken along with four broken ribs,” he said. 

“Damn” Jay and I both said. I could feel him burning a hole in my face, but I did my best to ignore him. I wasn’t about to let him guilt trip me.

“Glad to see you’re finally awake” a Dr. said to me as he came back into the room making us all turn our attention to him. “Riley do you know how fast you were driving last night?” he asked me cautiously as if he was trying to evaluate me.

“To be quite honest Doc I don’t remember shit from last night,” I told him honestly and heard Jay scoff. “It’s not that I’m not trying to remember, but I can’t for the life of me figured out what happened,” I told him frustrated.

“90 mph is how fast you were going. You’re all quite lucky to be alive,” he paused “I thought this might happen, you’re showing all the signs of transient amnesia,” the Dr. told me.

“Amnesia?” we all said in unison.

“Yes, amnesia. Transient amnesia is a sudden and temporary memory loss your recollection of recent events simply vanishes, you often won’t remember where you are or how you got there. You may also draw a blank when asked to remember things that happened a day, a month or even a year ago. You will remember who you are, and recognize the people you know well, only time will tell how long this will last” the Dr. told us fully breaking it down.

I sat back on my bed and ran my hand down my face.

“Your arm should be healed in about 6-8 weeks and I’ll be scheduling regular check up with you in the next weeks to come,” he continued.

“As for you” he turned his attention to Beau “Do you see why I don’t give out personal information?” he said mugging and taunting him.

“Man whatever,” Beau mumbled kissing his teeth under his breath.

Shaking his head at him “You’ll be here for a couple of days just so I can run some test on your vitals. You’re suffering from a cracked eye socket, dislocated jaw and a broken rib, but you should make a full recovery over the next few months. I’ll have a nurse bring up some pain medication for the both of you. You’re both very lucky,” the Dr. said turning to walk out.

“Why is that?” I blurted out unconsciously.

“Because the victim dropped all legal charges against the both of you,” he said smugly before turning to walking out. Hatin’ ass nigga.

I was stunned, ashamed and grateful. All I wanted to do was remember, but fuck I can’t. So many thoughts were running through my mind, what have I done, how did it get this far?

“Yo Beau you know what room she in?” I asked without looking at him.

He nodded his head and I could tell by the look in his eyes that even with the extent of his injuries he was willing to take the risk and go back to see her.

Somehow I had to find a way to make this right, but first I need to remember how it happened.

  Dutchess

Mount Sinai Hospital

7:55 a.m.

 “Yo why the fuck is you still sittin’ here fuh!! You up in this bitch like you family or sumn,” I could hear Nas’ loud ass voice bark at someone in the distance.

Why was this nigga always so damn angry? I swear he has no home training. It’s too early for his shit I really want to just lay here and relax for a bit longer before I had to get up and get my day started. He knows that I can’t put up with his bullshit unless I’ve had my morning coffee, AT LEAST. How the fuck did he even get in my house? I know damn well Nami’s rude ass didn’t let him in so how did he get his high yella ass in here.

 I groaned as I tried to move my body, but instantly felt sharp pains stabbing me all over my body. So much so that I couldn’t move without feeling tears stream down my face. Everything hurt so bad, I felt, as if I was being set on fire from the inside it hurt so bad.

 I felt my bed constantly being shifted and shaken violently which cause my eyes to shoot open. “Mmmm” I groaned as my tears continued to fall.

“Oh my God baby?! You up!” Nami said gingerly cupping my face as her tears began to fall. I hate seeing her cry, I tried to reach up to wipe them away, but I felt pain shoot through every part of my body as I tried to move. The pain was so strong I couldn’t stop whimpering. I had something wrapped tightly around my torso, feeling suffocated I struggled to breath properly.

“No, babe not yet don’t move you’re going to hurt yourself,” she said pecking my dry lips over and over.

“NASIR!! STOP PLEASE! YOU”RE GONNA KILL HIM!!” I heard Autumn frantically crying and yelling trying to pull Nas away. He and this nigga A were in a frenzied rage sending kicks at something or rather someone. Aaron looked up for a split second and completely halted in his movements when he saw that my eyes were focused on him.

“Dutch!” he said in a wide eyed whisper as a few big ass security guards came in a yanked him out before I had a chance to respond. It took a bit more effort to get Nas off the person though. The security guards that dragged Aaron out out into the hallway rushed right back in to get Nasir off cause the three that were trying at the moment just weren’t cutting it. His little strong, skinny ass was putting in work. As he was about to lift his foot to kick again he heard Nami’s sniffles and broke from his trance. When he finally saw me awake he didn’t know what to do or say.

In that split second the security guards quickly hauled his ass out the room.

“FUUUUCKK!!” I heard him yell on the way out.  Nami brought my face into her chest so I’d be shielded from seeing the target of their aggression.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay” she said as she massaged my head. Once the he had been removed I was met with Autumn’s puffy red eyes looking at me.

“Dutch” she whispered, but was afraid to move from her spot or touch me. I patted the right side of my bed for her to come sit down and the left side for Nami to sit. The both gingerly sat down on the bed, Nami taking it a step further and laying next to me. Once Autumn saw that I wouldn’t break from the excess weight on the bed she too laid next to me.

Eventually I heard light snores coming from each side of the bed and could finally breath a sigh of relief. I can’t even image the type of morning they’ve had. It took a minute for me to realize I was laid up in a hospital bed, but at least I’m breathing.

Nami gingerly put her lithe arm around my torso making sure not to make any sudden moves to cause me anymore pain “I thought I lost you Dutch” she said lowly.

“I’m not going anywhere Nami, I’m right baby. Get some sleep,” I told her lovingly, I desperately wanted to touch her face, but it hurt too bad if I tried.

I sighed loudly “Fuck is going on?” I asked myself.

I'm loving this already. Beau seems sincere but in a weird way, like he has some ulterior motive lol. Nami has a lot of heart to deal with that BS though. I love your approach to the story. Keep it up!

I hope you love it as much as I love yours cause YG is my nigga, my nigga. Beau really does mean well and does want to help Dutch, but I'd be lying if I told you he didn't have some shit up his sleeve. Nami is a lil thug I hope she stays strong though because she definitely has some BS to deal with. 

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I'm definitely feeling this, can't wait to see how this progresses. So without a doubt, Dutch is a lesbian or is she bi? Nas seems a little impulsive so this might get crazy.

Thanks hun I’m glad you’re interested! I can’t spill any tea at the moment it's too early in the game, but I will say Dutch is…something. Nas is Nas lol I can’t think to describe it anyway other than that. He can be a handful.

This is really good, I likes so far. And Justin Combs is the lead, his baby self is gorgeous lol. But something isn't sitting right with me, are Ducth and Nami together, like girlfriend and girlfriend or what? If they are this will be very interesting and I can't wait to read more. Good job love!

Yes love, Justin is my lead. I wanted to see a new male face as a lead in a FF and I wasn't seeing it so i decided to do it myself. Yes, Dutch and Nami are together as girlfriend and girlfriend. Thanks so much for reading it means a lot!

Ch. 1| Nigga Who You?

Nami

Mount Sinai Hospital

 6:20 a.m.

“Miss please, slow down” I heard the nurse frantically saying behind me as she hustled to keep up with me, but she could miss me with that. All I needed to know was where my baby was I didn’t need her assistance in finding her.

“429…” I mumbled to myself as I power walked past other rooms trying to get to the one Dutch was in.

“430…”

“432!” I finally reached it, but I couldn’t bring myself to go in. My emotions got the best of me; I was just on the phone with her. My night wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. I was supposed to cuddled up with my baby watching Sophia shade Blanche for filth while feeding my baby cheesecake. Maybe pass a blunt or two just between us. Instead I’m trying to wrap my mind around how Dutch just got out of surgery and now has two broken legs and four broken ribs. Her doctor said her surgery was a success, but she barely escaped the grips of death. Wearing her helmet, kneepads and arms guards helped more than he could express. He said she’s sleeping and could be out for hours or days only time could tell me when her healing process actually begins.

“Are you going to go in?” The nurse asked curtly with an attitude from behind me still trying to catch her breath.

“Bitch don’t you have some patients to tend to? Fuck you all in mines fuh?” I snapped back.

She rolled her eyes and mumbled something to herself as she walked away. Any other time I wouldn’t hesitate to buss a hospital tray over her head, but I had more pressing matters to deal with. That ass whoopin’ would have to wait. I took a deep breath and walked in. I saw other figures in the room, but my focused zeroed in on Dutch in the middle of the room on the hospital bed.  I pushed past the figure on her right and delicately touched her cut and bruised face. I didn’t want to cry because I wasn’t alone, but seeing something of mine look so frail and broken tore me to my soul. My grief is mine and mine alone so shedding tears with others around wasn’t an option. Her smooth chocolate skin now scraped and the stitches on her eyebrow made me angry. I couldn’t see her lower half because she was tucked so neatly in the bed, but I don’t think I’m ready to face that just now. 

I finally looked up and saw two detectives looking at me with eyes full of concern and inquiry. I could tell they were detectives by the suits they wore, no need for a badge to be flashed a man’s suit says a lot about his character. The other man in the room had a caramel complexion and a few bruises and scratches on his face. He looked at me with so much guilt and regret, I could tell he wanted badly to avert his eyes from my stare, but he didn’t dare. I instantly had a gut feeling that he had something to do with this.

“Excuse me ma’am, but what’s your relationship to the victim?” One of the detectives asked.

“Out of respect for the “victim”,” I said in air quotes mocking him “why don’t you step out and not return until she’s awake.” I said dismissing him and his question, turning my attention back to the man in the room.

Taken aback by my straight forwardness, him and his partner walked away with their tails between their legs back out the door from which they came.

I had so many questions to ask him, but I couldn’t think of the first.

“How did this happen?” I finally asked breaking the awkward silence.

He took a deep breath and his deep voice broke as he started to talk. He stopped and looked at the ceiling as he tried to compose himself.

“I let my mans Riley drive my new whip and shit got outta hand” he began “he was drinking before we linked up. Had I known he was drinking prior to him getting behind the wheel of my shit I would have never allowed it. He’s been going through shit lately, but to be honest I didn’t think it was deep enough for his to keep a bottle on him and try to sip even when behind the wheel. He had no regard for my life or his, I’ve never seen a look like that in his eyes before.” He stopped and looked at me he was truly perplexed about what occurred tonight.

I took in what he said and my blood began to boil “What’s your name?” I spat with venom. It as if he was trying to shift blame to his mans without accepting responsibilities for his wrong doings in the situation. It ain’t hard to tell when somebody’s been drinking, why would you even put yourself in that predicament. Something in the water ain’t clean I just didn’t have all the facts yet. 

He instantly felt the mood shift “Beau Wade” he said, his voice with much more strength than it had before.

“Well Beau I don’t like you and you better hope Dutch fully recovers from this if not I got a bullet for you and I got one for your mans too.” I said calmly and coolly looking in square in the eyes. I’m deadass. I needed him to know where I stood from the beginning we will never be cool and could never become friends. He’s irresponsible and dingy as hell. I could never see myself forgiving him for not only putting Dutchess’ life in the cross hairs of death, but his own and the driver. 

He looked at me and smirked like he knew something that I didn’t and it irked me. Just as I was about to swing on his butter pecan lookin’ ass for being a smartass the Dr. walked in.

“Hi, I was just coming in to check on Ms. Blake’s vitals and see how she’s adjusting.” He came in walking around me checking her all beeping machines, seeing her with a tube in her mouth crushed me and reinforced the hate that I felt for this man sitting inches from me. Aside from the few scratches and bruises on him he looked perfectly fine nothing a little ice couldn’t fix, he had some dried blood on his shirt from his wounds, but a fresh t-shirt could fix that too. Here he was sitting up and breathing perfectly fine while my baby is laid up in that bed helpless. As bad as I wanted to swing on his toffee colored ass I had to be strong and keep my composure for Dutch. I’ll have plenty of time to beat that ass, he ain’t going nowhere I reminded myself with certainty.

“I’m going to go down and grab some coffee,” I said aloud not particularly to anyone just to let them know I’ll be back in no time so don’t try no funny shit.

“And you,” I turned back directing my attention back to Beau, fuck kind of name is Beau anyway I thought to myself “don’t even think about going anywhere” I said sternly.

He surprised me when replied back, “I don’t plan on leaving her side,” he said while looking back at Dutchess, resting so peacefully in the bed next to him. I saw regret and longing in his eyes when he looked at her. When said he wasn’t leaving her side he meant just that. The way he said it didn’t sit well with me but I shook it off and proceeded to head out to Dunkin Donuts down the block.

As soon as I made my way downstairs I reached in my purse and took out my phone, lighter and pre-rolled joint. I unlocked my phone and searched for Autumn’s number as I lit my joint and proceeded to walk to the store.

After three rings she finally answered “Yo” she said groggily “we making drops earlier today?” she said already in work mode, I could hear her shuffling on the other end which meant she was ready to hop out the bed and go if need be. That made me smile; my team was always bout getting to that paper.

“No” I said taking a long drag from my joint letting it hit me. God knows I need to feel something because since I’ve seen Dutch lying motionless in that stale ass hospital bed I’ve been void of all emotions except anger and blind rage.

“Dutch got hit by a drunk driver last night, she’s at Mount Sinai” I said venom lacing my voice thinking about her being there. 

“Oh my god! I’m on my way,” she said frantically.

“Aight ma, I’ll be waiting out in front for you,” I told her as I hung up and finished my J stepping on the clip with my timb just as I walked up to Dunkin Donuts. Now I’m high and hungry as fuck, bout to get one of everything on the menu like a true fat nigga would.

  Beau

4:45 a.m.

My eyes fluttered open and I slowly took in my surroundings, the piercingly bright lights, pristine white walls and the constant bustle just outside the oak door confirmed my suspicion. I’m in the hospital, last night really did happen. As bad as I wanted this to be a bad dream this shit was real I’m still dumbfounded as to how it even happened in the first place.

“Oh good your awake” the Dr. said as he walked into my room.

“How long have I been out?” I asked groggily my voice coming out more hoarse than I expected.

“Not long and lucky for you have minor injuries just some scrapes and bruises that’ll be gone in weeks to come you can, whenever you get your things in order I have the forms here for you to sign so you can checkout” he said.

“Cool cool, how’s Riley?” I blurted out anxiously.

“He’s got a broken arm and a few scratches, but he’ll make a full recovery. He’s currently sleeping off the alcohol in his system, but when he wakes you can head down the hall to see him.” He turned to walk out, but turned back and looked at me with an unreadable face. I instantly thought back to the night events and it hit me. I closed my eyes and asked, “Did he hit something?”

“Someone, he hit someone. A young woman” He said solemnly.

My heart sank not only did Boogz’s reckless ass put my life and his in danger, but he put an innocent life in the mix. “Is she…?” I couldn’t bring myself to finish the sentence. If she was dead I couldn’t live with myself. How could I let this shit get so out of hand? I mentally kicked myself.

“No, by the grace of God she pulled through her surgery and it looks as if she’ll make a full recovery,” his voice began to trail “but at the current moment she is suffering from two broken legs and four broken ribs.”

 I cringed as he finished telling me the extent of her injuries, shorty was fucked up and the fact that I was partly to blame for it, it ate at me slowly.

“Can I see her?” I asked with urgency.

“I’m not allowed to release her information to you,” he huffed; fuck all that he was giving up that info.

“I didn’t ask you all that, can I see her now, please.” I said with assertiveness. I wasn’t taking no for any answer and he could tell by my tone that my mind was set on seeing her. He could help me or I could tear this bitch a part brick by brick until I find her. I don’t have time for his bullshit ethics or politics I had to see her and he was going to take me me. From the time he told me she existed I was drawn to her.

He let out an exasperated sigh “Let’s go.”

___

“Just be quiet she’s sleeping and needs as much rest as possible” he said smugly before nodding me in the direction of her room and continuing on to the rest of his shift. I heeded his words as I slowly made my way.

My eyes were met with the sight of a fairly slim, brown skin woman with monitors beeping around her and the loud sound of her breathing with the respirator tube. I instantly felt like the shit I am for helping her get there.

“I’m so sorry” I whispered to her as I made my way closer to her side. Even with the minor scrapes on her face she was flawless. I mean drop dead gorgeous and it made me a little uncomfortable. Why is she so damn pretty though? Her layered hair fanned out around her, some of it framing her face while other waves flowed out on her pillow. Her skin had a glow to it even with the given circumstance. I wanted to badly touch her bruised bottom lip and make it disappear, her lips are too juicy to have a flaw on them.  I don’t know what brought it about, but I couldn’t stop myself from reaching down and touching her face. I used my thumb to lightly trace her bottom lip and some of the scratches on her face.

“You might not be able to hear me, but in the event you can just know I’m not going anywhere.  I promise you that I’ll be with you every step of this recovery process. Riley and I both, I’ll be there when you hate me, when you don’t like me, and when you don’t want to even look at me I'll still be here. I can’t allow myself to allow you to go through this without me. When times get to an all time low, I’ll be there.” I said while absentmindedly stroking her cheek. I felt her stir under my touch and instantly drew my hand back hoping she would wake up, but to no avail.

Instead I pulled up the seat next to her and held her hand. I began talking to her; it was like I had word vomit and talking to her was the only medication I could take to cure it, even if the conversation was one sided at the moment.

I heard a knock on the door indicating our little heart to heart moment was over. More like our heart to heart hour and a half. Somehow I knew we wouldn’t have many more moments alone anytime soon especially since one of the nurses said she got in contact with someone from Dutchess’ family.

  Autumn 

7:00 a.m.

I had no time to think or process what I had been told by Nami. How could this happen? Rolling out of bed hustling to the bathroom with my phone still in hand. I told Siri to call Nas while I started brushing my teeth, but he sent me straight to voicemail. Now was not the time for this nigga to want to act up. I knew he wasn’t a morning person, but fuck all that I dialed him again.

“Fuck you calling me so early fuh?” He said answering the phone in a huff on the second ring, his country twang mixed with sleep and animosity made me chuckle.

“Fuck is so funny?” he said getting agitated “You called me to play games or you calling me bout a job?” He said turning his attention straight to business.

“No I’m calling you to tell you that I’ll be outside in 10 mins we’re going to the hospital,” I said as calmly as I could, but internally my nerves are all over the place.

“The hospital?” He spoke confused.

“Yeah, Dutch got hit by a drunk driver last night and shit is bad. Nami is already there, she sounds hella stressed son.” I said cutting him off.

“Say no more imma tell this nigga A to meet me at the crib and we’ll all go together” he said breathlessly, I could hear him already hopping out of bed.

“Bet” I said hanging up the phone as I ran through my room like a tornado grabbing everything I needed and shoving it into my bag. I have not a clue as to how long we’ll be at the hospital so I had to be prepared. I grabbed a blunt from my top drawer and put it in my mouth as I grabbed my bag, shut off the light and headed downstairs. Normally I’d just hop on my bike, but with everything going on I felt that taking out one of my whips was necessary.

After choosing one I hopped in and peeled out of my garage to pick up Nas and A.

___

 “We got here as soon as we could Nami,” I said as we approached her while she was fucking her bacon, egg and cheese up. High ass nigga.

“Damn fat nigga you gon’ share some or you just gon’ stuff your face?” Nas asked while reaching for her bag of food being the greedy nigga he is.

Instead of arguing with him or snapping at him Nami surprised us all by allowing him access to her food. Nami didn’t play around with her food so the fact that she didn’t black on him for even making an attempt at her food meant that shit was intense.

All she did was grab her cup of coffee since Nas’ greedy ass passed the rest of the food to Aaron and turned inside the hospital leading the way to Dutch. Any other time Nami would have cussed me out and called me every name in the book for telling Nas and telling him to come with me, but I didn’t know whom else to call. The two of them can fight like cats and dogs, I’ve even seen them go blow for blow on a few occasions, but for the life of me I couldn’t put my finger on what brought about the anger between them. He and Aaron really care about Dutch and wouldn’t wish any harm to come to her not to mention we’ve all worked side by side for the past 4 years how could I not tell them?

“How bad is it?” Aaron asked Nami while stuffing his mouth full of her sausage, egg white and cheese flatbread as the elevator dinged signaling that we had reached our destination.

“4 broken ribs and two broken legs” she sighed as I gasped.

“So that means she can’t ride any more?” Nas asked thoroughly concerned while wiping crumbs away from his mouth. This shit can’t be happening.

Nami looked at the floor fighting tears as she nodded her head. I instantly put my arms around her as she continued to lead the way. “Looks that way,” she finally said.

“Don’t let this get you down Nami we’re here and we’re going get through this together,” Aaron said with so much compassion and assurance, but I could see the fire in his eyes clear as day. He was pissed. Shit I would be too; Dutchess is his best worker even though she didn’t really work for him. Neither did we, we had a mutually beneficial understanding. He and Dutch came up with the idea to have a delivery service, anything someone needs delivered we do just that. 

On a strictly confidential basis no one actually knows what they’re delivering until you get it from the client. From that point the anonymity of what’s in the package stays between the client and the deliverer. I know I’ve personally delivered damn near everything from narcotics to precious gems to top of the line sports car.  So I can only image the type of shit Dutch delivers because she’s the best at what she does. People will pay top dollar to have their shit delivered and if it’s done properly in a discreet manner you can guarantee they’ll keep coming back. Our circle is tight, but it’s for the best, bread can only be broken so many ways.

Walking into Dutch’s room I saw a light skinned man sitting by the side of her bed holding her hand completely oblivious to our presence in the room. All his attention was focused on Dutch as he ran him thumb over the back of her hand with care.

“Nigga who you?” Nas said being the rude nigga that he is finally letting our presence be known, but asking what we all wanted to know. His head snapped in our direction, but the hold he had on Dutch’s hand didn’t slack nor did the stroking of his thumb against the back of her hand.  

“Oh that’s Beau” Nami said emphasizing his name chuckling bitterly as she sipped from the cup of coffee in her hand before he could open his mouth “he was in the car that hit Dutch.” The air in the room instantly got thick and all eyes were fixed on him. I knew shit was about to hit the fan.