Pregnant By A Down South Millionaire

Prologue

PROLOGUE

KENNEDY “DOLL” WELLS

FOUR YEARS AGO…

B oom!

I wiped saliva from the corner of my mouth and lay there in the dark. “What the hell was that?” I asked just above a whisper. I was so tired that I was probably hearing things. It was one of those nights that I was exhausted to the max and didn’t even know I had fallen asleep.

Boom!

I shot straight up in bed and grabbed my iPhone from underneath my pillow and unlocked it with my face. “Yeah, I ain’t tripping.” Wasting no time, I went straight to my Ring application to see if someone was outside my door. I stayed in an alright complex. It was a townhome—people stole packages and went into cars at night. I had the doorbell camera for security.

Boom!

All I saw was my ex-boyfriend Jerrell kicking my door with his phone up to his ear. A call came through and I immediately answered.

“Boy, have you lost yo’ fucking mind! Stop kicking my damn door!”

“I know you got somebody in there ’cause you not answering the phone. Open the got damn door.”

“I’m not opening nothing. I told yo’ ass I was done and I meant that. Get off my phone, Rell.”

“Open the fucking door. It’s that simple. You’re really pissing me the fuck off.”

“You think I really give a damn ’bout you being mad?”

“Five, four, three, two…”

Boom!

From the sound of that kick, I knew my front door flew in off the hinges. Tossing the covers back, I climbed out of bed and ended the phone call. What I didn’t feel like dealing with was Rell’s drunk ass. He thought that he could drink and come over here and disturb my fucking peace. What he should have been doing was going and playing with whatever bitch he’d been running the streets with ever since I ended our two-year relationship.

I instantly dialed nine one one and the phone rang in my ear just as he marched into my bedroom. Had he not been on bullshit, I probably would have given him a lil pussy. Not saying that he deserved it, but it had been a couple weeks since I had any dick. Rell was fine as fuck. One of the many reasons why he didn’t have an issue getting women. Certainly one of the many things I hated ’bout him as well.

He stood a good five ten with a caramel complexion. His long black locs were pulled back and tied into a knot. He was dressed in all black with black Retros on his feet. His hands were balled into fists. His eyes were black—a color I’d never seen ’em like before.

“I’on know why you always wanna fucking play with me.” He stormed in my direction and I shot ’cross the bed to the opposite side. My mission was to keep as much distance between Rell and I as humanly possible. He was on demon time, and I wasn’t ’bout to allow him to take his anger out on me. Though he had never touched me before, this was the first time I ever told him I was done dealing with him and actually meant it.

Rell and I had a toxic ass relationship. We stayed going tit for tat, and I was getting sick of it. I wanted peace. I wanted to be loved properly and not have to worry ’bout who my man was out there sleeping with or dealing with. I was tired of the embarrassment. The bitches he dealt with didn’t know their place. They stayed hitting me up on social media asking me ’bout my man’s whereabouts. Crazy thing is, he never posted me on his page. It was nothing on any of his pages that let it be known he was taken, but he wanted me to broadcast that I was in a relationship every chance I got.

“Dispatch, what’s your emergency?” the call finally went through.

“My crazy ass—” Before I was even able to finish my sentence, Rell snatched the phone from me and tossed it.

“You always doing bullshit then wanna play police ass games.”

“I don’t know what the hell you are talking ’bout.”

“Where that nigga hiding at?” Rell asked me as I stood in the hallway. He lay flat on the floor with his palms against the carpet and searched underneath my bed. Whoever he was looking for, he damn sure wasn’t ’bout to find.

“No one is in here.”

“Why the fuck are you lying?” His head turned in my direction. He pushed himself up off the floor and trotted toward me. I took off running to the living room. My apartment wasn’t that big. I only had a two bedroom. I literally reached the living room soon as I made it downstairs.

“Rell, just leave!” I pleaded with him. Tears filled the brims of my eyes. I didn’t want to fight with him. I just wanted him to get the fuck out of here so I can get someone to come and fix the front door.

This was the type of shit he did all the fucking time. Every time he felt like his feelings were bruised or I did something he didn’t like, he was destroying my shit. I never fully understood how he felt like it was perfectly fine for him to do things to me, but the moment the shoe was on the other foot, all hell had to break loose. It wasn’t fair.

“Now, you know I can’t do that.” He stopped by my fifty-five-inch television that was mounted on the wall and yanked it several times ’til it crashed to the floor, leaving a big ass hole in the wall.

“Rell!”

I shot past him to the stairs and went into the bedroom. My heart palpitated in my chest. I zoomed into the closet and pulled out my lock box and hurriedly punched in the code. It opened, and I pulled out the pistol I had in there just in time and turned it on him. Tears cascaded down my cheeks, dripping off my chin like raindrops.

“I’m gon’ ask you one last time, Rell. Can you leave my house?” He stood there gaping at me. “Please…” Snot trickled to my upper lip. “Please don’t make me do this.” My body trembled. I’d seen too many times on television and the news how men got whenever a woman didn’t want to be with ’em anymore. Rell wasn’t ’bout to take me up outta here. It was either him or me, and I was gon’ choose me every single time.

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