Epilogue #2
I felt what Ya’ was saying but at the same time, it was a hard pill to swallow knowing the lengths they went to try to take from us.
They had been planning this shit from the get go.
From faking Sonni tearing his ACL, to planting Maddie, Colleen,Will, Riker, Gretchen and whoever else went for that shit.
The time they spent planning and plotting to take us out the game they could have had their own shit in motion.
I can’t say I was that surprised that our mama had been the ringleader.
When I really thought about it, that was the only thing that made sense.
Our mama and Sonni were two peas in a pod.
The only person he ever listened to aside from me.
Hearing our mama say she hated all of us hurt but I learned to let that shit go.
Pricilla was never one of those mama’s who really gave a fuck about us.
I learned a long time ago to stop expecting certain shit from her.
She was a fucked up ass individual that corrupted everything she came into contact with.
Her words still ran through my mind when she said this wasn’t over yet. Although things had been calm since she was killed my head was still on swivel. She could have been bluffing but I rather be safe than sorry.
“You been watching Titon?” Ya’ asked, looking at me out of the corner of his eye.
“Yeah,” I sighed solemnly.
Titon hadn’t been right since he killed our mama.
Her death hit him harder than any of us expected.
Hearing our mama freely tell Titon about killing his dad was sick.
Pricilla was an evil bitch and if I had any remorse it went out the door the minute she said the only reason she kept Titon was to make him pay for the sins of his father.
Since that day Titon had been keeping to himself more than he normally did.
He barely wanted to talk to any of us. Even Nakeem had been worried.
Titon seemed depressed almost like he was giving up on life.
“I can’t lose another brother Niko,” Ya’ said getting serious.
“We not. I promise.” I meant that shit too. I would do everything in my power to make sure all my brothers were good.
The pain of betrayal was hard to heal from but as long as we had each other we’d always be good.
I held onto the good memories of Sonni and that was the version of him I loved.
Not the niggas whose life I took. For my mama she’d just be her.
I couldn’t let what she tried to do hinder my future.
Really it was fuck Pricilla. As fucked up as it was I didn’t even give a fuck about killing Will.
His bitch ass was in his feelings about nothing.
He didn’t even give a fuck about Yanna or me.
Will was so thirsty to be put on he was willing to do whatever Pricilla told him too.
My dad never out right confronted me about Will’s disappearance but I think he knew I had something to do with it.
Outta respect for his wife I didn’t come around as much.
We spoke on the phone not too long ago but that was about it.
My dad knew how this street shit went. I prayed he’d keep the street in the streets.
Seeing Yanna in a blind rage covered in blood damn near broke my heart.
I never wanted to expose her or my seeds to this part of my life.
I wanted to always keep her blurry to that life but my baby handles business.
She did what she had to protect our seed.
For that I would forever be in debate with her for keeping my baby.
The only thing that fucked with Yanna was Tahiry dipping off.
She’d ran her hot ass with some other nigga who had money.
I guess she’d realized Will was really broke and left his ass.
If it wasn’t for Tahiry always posting the lavish gift that nigga had given her online we wouldn’t know if she was alive or not.
Tahiry’s mama said to let her be since she was grown and Yanna listened.
That girl was grown so it wasn’t much anybody could do besides let life humble her.
“Babbyyy,” Yanna said, sticking her head out the glass sliding door. “The food is done.”
Yanna had to be the finest broad on this planet.
Dressed down in pink leggings, a white t-shirt, her hair in a messy bun my wife was shitting on any bitch.
She’d healed from getting shot and while I thought her killing Maddie was going to affect her mom, Yanna wasn’t phased.
She said it was either Maddie or Zuriyah and she was picking our daughter over feeling guilty.
I loved Yanna more that she didn’t hesitate to protect our daughter.
That was twice somebody tried to take one of them from me and if Yanna hadn’t killed Maddie I would have.
I had to make Yanna my wife, my heart wouldn’t let me go another day without all three of us having the same last name.
Yanna didn’t even care about having a big ass wedding she said she just wanted to have my last name.
Four months ago we went to the court house and she’d been rocking my last name since.
Walking over to the door I leaned down kissing her passionately. I couldn’t get enough of Yanna. “See, stop. This the reason I’m pregnant now. You and the heffa Zaylee.” Yanna huffed out pouting.
We’d just found out she is six weeks pregnant.
I was happier than a mutha fucka. I wanted to have a football team of kids with Yanna.
Unlike Maddie’s sick ass who kept getting abortions, I looked forward to getting Yanna pregnant.
If I could she would stay barefoot and pregnant but I knew she wasn’t going for that.
“Don’t act like you not happy.” I snickered, stealing a kiss in between my words.
“I am but we not finna make this a habit either. We taking a break after this baby.”
“Unhuh I hear you,”
“You better hear me nigga. Get fucked up.” Yanna giggled give me a fake mug.
“To think you didn’t want to spend another night with me. Look at what you would have missed out on tryna run from me.”
“Boyyy hush and come eat before I change my mind and don’t feed you,” Yanna sassily said switching off back into the house.
My life felt so complete right now. Nothing could take this happiness from me. As long as I had Yanna, Zuriyah and my brothers I was set for life.
THE END…?
[1]This has been spelled a few ways. Perppin, perpin… you just want to make sure you’re spelling it the same universally
[2]_Marked as resolved_
[3]_Re-opened_