Chapter 28
Niko Freeman
I had never pray so much in my mutha fuckin’ life but when Yanna’s body dropped to the ground I couldn’t think of anything else to do but pry.
I wasn’t a bitch ass nigga I’d watch the life leave a niggas eyes.
I got blood on my hands more times than I liked to admit.
Shit, I watched my own brother take his last breath still that didn’t move me the way it did seeing Yanna in front of me bleeding.
My heart felt like it was about to explode from my chest when Yanna’s eyes closed.
I didn’t know what the fuck I was supposed to do, a nigga had an outer body experience as I cradle Yanna’s unconscious body in my arms. Zaylee’s screams echoed in my ear and I felt like I failed another person I loved.
I kept replying seeing the the black Pontiac creeping down the street.
I didn’t think nothing of it, I was too fucking relax when I knew I had unknown enemies coming for me.
I should have been on my shit at all times.
I let myself become too comfortable and it didn’t’ register until I saw the barrel of a gun pointed at Yanna,
I owed Mikael and Marlo, them niggas were thinking on their feet they got Yanna to the hospital.
I was useless as fuck just begging Yanna not to leave me not when we planned a future together.
We had so much shit we still had to do together.
I didn’t flinch when I felt tears rolling down my face.
A nigga was devistated at the thought of losing Yanna.
Seeing her blood stains on my shirt while I waited in the waiting room, enraged me like no other.
I plotted muder after murder in my head.
Whoever was responsible for shooting Yanna was finna lose their live.
Wasn’t no way around that shit. Mutha fuckas was gonna bleed just like they made my baby.
It took three long ass hours before the fucking doctor showed is fucking face.
I was relieved when he said Yanna was good.
Two of the three bullets grazed her, on her side while one of them went through her right leg.
The bullet didn’t hit anything it it just went in and out.
They stitched her thigh up and her flesh wounds from the bullies that grazed her.
The doctor gave me a sorrowful expression then he informed me that Yanna suffered a miscarrage from the stress of the trauma her body went through.
I was salty as fuck Yanna lost my seed but I’d rather have her here.
We could make another baby if that was what she wanted.I was just I used on Yanna being alive to think about any negativity.
The detectives tried to come through but I shut them down immediately.
I wasn’t a rat and wasn’t start that shit now.
Besides the shit I had planned for the bitch ass niggas who shot Yanna jail would be too good from them.
The doctor wanted to keep Yanna for a few days to make sure she was good and they didn't over look anything with her wounds. I never left Yanna’s side the entire three days she was in the hospital.
When Yanna woke up she was confused but once she started coming to, I told her about her miscarriage.
She was sad but happy to be alive. My baby was a fighter and was ready to leave the hospital after the first day.
Ya’ and Frankee offered to keep Zuriyah or us but Yanna and me were on one accorded we wanted our baby with us.
The three of us stayed in Yanna’s hospital room until Yanna was released.
Ms. Camile came to stay with us while Yanna fully healed since she was going to have to use crutches for a while.
Yanna had been extra clingy with a nigga ecause she new I wanted the nigga’s who did this to her, heads on a silver platter.
She didn’t want to do anything that could potentially risk my life.
I tried to tell her I wasn’t letting this shit slide like she wanted me too.
Titon, Nakeem and Yaro were all on the same shit they were just waiting for me to say the words.
I spent two weeks holding off on handling this shit because of Yanna.
I couldn’t hold out any longer, I let my brothers know last night we were about finna pull up on RIker’s mama’s house then Will’s bitch ass was next.
One of those two niggas knew something. Me playing it close to Yanna worked in my favor because Will had seemed to go off the grid.
He wasn’t on social media, like he usually was.
Will liked to flex on the internet, he posted more than bitches did.
I low key felt like his silence was an admission of guilt.
It took me a few days after Yanna got shot to check my phone but when I did there was a bullshit ass text message.
The message simply said a child for a child.
I ain’t know what the fuck that meant. All I knew was Yanna getting shot had something to do with my this shit with Sonni and it was time to put this shit to an end.
Whoever was going on a fake ass revenge campaign for Sonni had to be apart of whatever schemes he had going on.
Yanna had been pouting since I got up and started getting dressed.
She knew what time it was when I put on all black.
She’d tried everything in her power to get me to stay home with her but this shit had to be handled.
I heard sniffles coming from behind me, turning around to see Yanna’s face covered in tears.
“Why you crying?” I asked as I walked over to the bed, standing at the edge.
“I don’t want you to go do whatever you’re going to do,” Yanna spoke as her voice cracked. “Stay with me please.”
Seeing Yanna cry was something I never wanted to get used to.
Her tears made me want to give into her request but the image of her covered in blood trumps everything.
Her losing my seed fueled me to get to the bottom of all this.
As Yanna’s nigga it was my job to keep her and my seeds safe I couldn’t do that with mutha fuckas gunning for me.
If nigga were crazy enough to shot at Yanna the to get at me it wouldn’t be a second thought for them to go after Zuriyah.
A nigga would really crash out behind my seed.
I had to nip shit in the bud before it came to that.
Yanna might have not understood that now but she’d thank me later.
“I can’t do that,” I sighed going over to the side of the bed were Yanna was closet to. “I love you,” I said then kissed her lips.
When Yanna got shot thing biggest thing I regretted was not ever being able to tell her I loved her.
I been felt the love I had for her but I thought it was too soon to tell her.
I kept saying I’d tell her in a year. I put a time frame on feelings that were already there.
When I should have not gave a fuck and let my feelings be known.
Yanna broke out in an ugly cry that confused the fuck outta me.
“Don’t say that to me when you’re about to leave me,” Yanna cried into my chest.
“But I’m coming back to you too. Trust me baby girl. Can’t nothing stop me from coming back to you and our daughter.” I said resting my forehead against her forehead.
”You promise?” Yanna asked with her brown eyes glued to my eyes.
”I promise,” I said, kissing her lips one more time.
I broke our kiss when I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. Pulling it out I saw It was Ya. Peeking out the window I saw my brother’s sitting int a slider wanting on me.
“I’l be back,” I said peering over at Yanna who was staring off into space.
“Niko,” Yanna called out to me right when I opened the bedroom door, looking over my shoulder, our eyes connected. “I love you too,” she said, giving me a small smile.
I smiled back at Yanna then headed out the door. I looked into Zuriyah’s room seeing her knocked out in her crib. I backed out of her room. I walked down the stairs when I saw Camile standing at the bottom of the stairs with her arms folded across her chest.
“Leaving?” Camile asked with her eyebrow raised skeptically.
“Yeah, I got some stuff to take care of.” I cautiously replied, stopping a few steps back.
“Despite what Yanna believes I used to be young. I won’t pry but I’m assuming you're going to look for whoever shot my baby.”
“Something like that,” I vaguely answered.
Camile had been cool since she’d been here. She ain’t do too much and Zuriyah loved her.
“You know the way you feel about Zuriyah? That’s how I feel about Yanna. My daughter is smart so I trust her judgment when it comes to you. She trusts you to keep her and my granddaughter safe. So I’m going to trust you too and assume her getting shot was a one time thing.”
“Most definitely,”
“Good, I would hate to have to fuck you up behind my daughter Niko, but I’m not above it.”
“I hear you ma,” I smirked. Camile pressing me behind Yanna made me respect her because I know how I’m coming if Zuriyah was involved in anything.
Camile moved back so I could come all the way down the steps. “Go head and get them bastards who hurt my baby.”
“I got you,” I said as I walked past her and out the front door.
Sliding into the backseat next to Nakeem. Ya’ pulled off.
“Took yo’ ass long enough,” Nakeem impatiently said.
“You ain’t die did you?” I smartly replied mugging him.
“I could have,” Nakeem sarcastically replied.
“Nigga shut yo’ whining ass up,” Titon said to Nakeem. “Amilli said he got some shit to tell us but we was waiting on yo’ ass before we called him back.”
“Call him then the fuck y’all waiting on me for?” I asked with a scowl on my face. I was anxious to know what he had to say.
The trilling sounds of the phone ringing came through the speakers on the car. A few second later A’milli’s scratchy voice said. “Whad up?”
“Shit tryna see what you know,” Ya’ replied to him.
“Y’all know a nigga name Riker Martin?”
“Yeah,” Ya’ replied.