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thecapodomme · 25 days ago

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ON THE WAY....

" I may have been born in these streets, but I refuse to die in them. I'm done being a product of my environment. It's time to become the architect of my own destiny, to build something that lasts, something that matters. And I'll be damned if I let anyone or anything stand in my way, not even my own past." -Terry

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A/N: Another One! Enjoy!

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The fluorescent lights flickered in the dimly lit room as Terry counted stacks of cash at a table in the restaurant's back room. his mind wandering to the tiny life that Depended on him Just hours ago, he held his newborn son Terry Jr, for the first time. His heart was heavy with love he never knew could exist. But , now back in reality that seemed like a distant dream. He shrug his shoulders and reached up to stretch.

The door Burst open and Demetrius strode in, his presence commanding the room,. Terry looked up, expecting one of his crew to be barking orders for something new. But instead found himself staring down the barrel of a gun.

“What the fuck, Meech?!” Terry froze in place his words demanded an answer. His voice was steady despite the fear coursing through his veins. “ You trying to rob your own brother, Nigga?”

Meech laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. Rob you? Nah, lil bro. I’m just making sure you remember who’s in charge here.”

Before Terry could respond. A loud crash echoed from the entryway of the kitchen, Meech’s head snapped toward the door, his fingers tightening on the trigger.

A moment later, a figure stumbled in the room, clutching a bleeding wound. Your usually vibrant eyes wide with pain and fear.

Terry’s heart stopped. The woman he had grown to care for, the one who had shown him a different path, was now caught in the crossfire of his brother’s madness.

“Meech, what have you done?” Terry whispered, his voice barely audible over the ringing in his ears.

Meech just grinned, a twisted expression that sent chills down Terry’s spine. “ Business, lil bro. Nothin ever personal , My Nigga. You know how that shit go.

As you collapsed to the floor, Terry Realized that he was no longer just fighting his own life, but for the lives of those he loved. And in that moment, he knew he had to find a way out. No matter the cost.

The room spun around Terry as he rushed to your side, his hands trembling as he tried to stem the bleeding from your wound. “ Fuck, Fuck, … No” He pleaded with God under his breath, patting you and holding you to his chest. “Stay with me.”

“You’ve gone too far this time, Meech” Terry Growled his voice low and dangerous. “ She Doesn’t deserve this shit.” Angry tears welling in his eyes as they threatened to fall against your skin.

Meech sneered spittle flying from his lips. “Deserve?! Nobody deserves shit in this life. You think the world owes us somethin’, little brother?

Meech kept the gun trained on you. His finger twitching on the trigger. Your hair plastered to your face your shallowed breath making the strands move. The blood tinged ends once a deep honey blonde now dripping.

“We take what we want, we take what we need, That’s the only way to survive in this game.” Meech continues his voice loud and deepening with passion.

Terry looked at the sight of you. His mind raced, trying to find a way out of this nightmare. He couldn’t, No wouldn't’ lose you. Not after everything you both had been through together. Not when he finally had a reason to fight for something other than survival.

In one swift motion Terry lunged at Meech, Knocking the gun from his hand. The two brothers grappled on the floor, fists flying, grunts and curses in the air.

As they struggled, You managed to crawl toward the back door, your strength was fading with every movement. Reaching out, your fingers brushing against the handle. “Dammit…’ before collapsing once more.

Terry felt a surge of adrenaline as he landed a solid punch to Meech’s jaw sending him reeling. He scrambled to his feet, grabbing the fallen gun and pointing it to the back of his brother’s head.

“It’s over, Meech,” He said shaking with emotion. “You’re Done, I won’t let you hurt none else I care about.”

Meech Laughed blood trickling from his split lip. “Care About? You’re so weak lil nigga! Yo’ ass will never be anything more than a Pawn in this game.”

Terry hesitated, the gun wavering in his hand unable to get a good grip. He knew Meech didn't mean it but something told him he may be right, in a way. The life of crime had shaped him, He’d followed in his big brothers footsteps, and molded him into the man he was today. Could he really walk away from everything he knew?

“I -I- Can’t do this no more Meech. I’m Sorry, “ Terry whispered, tears streaming down his face behind gold rimmed carrera sunglasses.

Pointing the gun at Meech. He took a deep breath.

“Do it Mothafucka!”

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leelahsrose · 2 years ago

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HONEY. | LIL MEECH

Thank you all for the support on the last chapter! Even if it was just one note I still would of been happy! Enjoy chapter two 🫶🏾.

chapter two.

"𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡, 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨." -Eli Sostre, circa 2021.

10:30 AM

Khaleesi woke up the following morning with bags under her eyes, she was exhausted. The night life had its disadvantages but, she loves going out with Kali and helping her. The atmosphere, the people, the feeling of adrenaline. She couldn't get enough of it, it was like going on an adventure. She rolls out of bed and squints her eyes, the sunlight shining through her room was beautiful but blinding. The plain top that she has on reaches down to the middle of her thigh, her ass fills out the bottom of the shirt nicely.

She yawns, the pink thongs that she wears shows for a brief moment. Her black hair was all over the place, strands of it sticking to the side of her cheek. Khaleesi's feet were now stuck to the floor as she realizes she couldn't move, not even an inch. Her eyes remain gazing at Kamari's through the mirror in front of her. The small smile on his face said more than she could say in this moment.

"How did you find me-," He gets up quickly and pushes her gently into the wall. His finger over his mouth as he shushes her, his calm demeanor told her that he was not here to play games. Leesi's eyes began to water, her bottom lip quivering as she looks down at the gun from last night still in his waistband. "Please don't-"

"Baby, there's no reason to cry. I'm not here to hurt you." He wipes her eyes and she gradually calms down, her eyes blinking away the rest of the tears. "I just wanna know why you didn't tell me who you were at first. I had to do my own searching cause me... I know everybody that needs to be known up in this city. You and your sister, y'all new." Khaleesi watches as he sits on her bed, his voice echoing around the tall walls.

"You out here living in the suburbs and shit, you must be important. Come to find out, a nigga ain't ever seen you," Kamari stands back up to walk over and push a piece of hair behind her ear, "because you with the enemies." His voice was filled with bass, it tingled her ears.

"I don't want anything to do with you, I wasn't trying to get you in trouble. I have nothing to do with what my brother does." He creases his eyebrows together and shakes his head. "What?" Khaleesi says softly, her eyes traveling down to the bold tattoo stretched across the front part of his neck.

"You thought I came here to kill you?" Kamari's cuban was right in front of her face, she then realizes that she's practically naked on her bottom half. Khaleesi's hands reach to pull her shirt down, he grabs them swiftly. "No reason to do that, I done seen it all anyways." His lips were lingering over her ear then move over to her cheek. She couldn't turn her head to look at him, the stare he was pinning on her was causing her legs to squeeze together. "Hm, you want me to take care of that?" Kamari's voice buzzes in her ear lowly, almost causing a moan to slip from her mouth.

Khaleesi straightens up and fixes her posture, she pushes him against the chest and he backs up while staring at her. "I want you to tell me what you're doing here."

"Khaleesi Taylor, that's your name. Kali Taylor, Alicia Taylor, and Q Taylor." Kamari sits in the chair on the side of the bed, he breathes out deeply, his nostrils flaring. "You made a mistake walking up to me that night. I should've never seen you." Khaleesi's chest goes up and down steadily, her fingers fiddling with each other. Her heart pounding in her head— like how a fist knocks on a door. His legs were open and his hands were resting on the arm rests. "Cause now I gotta pursue you." He brings his thumb up to his lips and nibbles on the tip of his finger. "Damn, baby."

"You have to leave or my brother, he's going to kill you." Khaleesi didn't want to say those words but, she had to. Q is their family and he protected them fiercely. Now he's saying he's going to pursue her, she couldn't let this happen. She was surprised that he even got in easily but, her brother was away which meant his guards came and go: making it easier for him to sneak in. "You don't know who-"

“I know who your brother is, do you know who I am?" Leesi stares into his eyes and hers soften, she recognizes this man. Last night had to fly by quick for her not to notice who he was. Kamari sits up and clasps his hands together, his eyes never leaving hers. "Leesi—"

"Mari." She hesitates, her eyes searching his face throughly—Khaleesi then rushes into his arms and wraps them around his neck. "I didn't even recognize you, how did you find us?" Mari was Kali and Q's old childhood best friend, he had moved back here to his hometown when they were younger. Mari and Leesi were attached to the hip when they were teenagers, he walked her to school almost everyday to engage in one of their conversations but he was mainly friends with Q.

He was slightly older than her and basically the same age as her brother. She couldn't understand why he was on the opposite side. Why were Q and him fighting? "I didn't, you came to me." His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, she had never felt so secure. Her hands run down the unfamiliar tattoos on his forearms, the pad of her fingers graze his cuban wristlet. "After I moved away I had to make something for my own. I was tired of taking orders from other niggas. Your brother was one of them, hate to say it."

"He's bossy, I can't disagree." Khaleesi's eyes finally meet with Kamari's. "We can't." She tries to fix her hair but, it wasn't worth it, he had already been gaping at the mess she woke up as. "You changed so much." She attempts to switch the subject, the way he conducts himself was completely different then when they were teens.

"You not ready for me yet, I get it."

"No, I'm scared of what Q will do."

"He won't know." Khaleesi stands up from his lap and walks over to her closet, she grabs a pair of sweats and turns around while pulling them up her legs. Kamari returning back into her life was crazy, insane even. She believed she would never lay eyes on him again. Crazy how your life can change with one person, what was the universe up to? “He didn't know about us when we were younger."

"We kissed once and maybe dated for a while, we can't continue this, Mari. I know you want other girls."

“Wait a damn minute, where this coming from?"

"You've always had options and I know you still do. I'm just saying why would you want to sit here and risk your life like this?!" Khaleesi tilts her head towards him, waiting for his answer.

"I feel like we've been given a second chance right now. When I seen you last night... fuck another weak bitch if she ain't you." They had went through situations together when they were younger that caused them to be pushed together more closely. She's far from weak, Khaleesi took care of him when his parents couldn't even know about what him and her brother did in the streets.

"He's dangerous, worse than when we were young."

“Stop acting like I'm not." He sits forward, his sight not leaving Khaleesi. "I'm not finna argue with you about this, I want what I want." The sunlight hits her eyes gently, the light brown in her orbs was ethereal. He leans back once more, his fingers grazing the stubble on his chin. "When's the last time we had sex?" Leesi's eyes look up at him quickly, sure, they took each other's virginity: that was years ago. Kamari stands up and takes small steps towards her, he eventually is standing face-to-face with Khaleesi.

"You didn't even last." Kamari scoffs and places a soft kiss on her forehead, Khaleesi feels a shiver erupt all the way down to her feet. Her eyes closed for a second then open back up, his lips felt smooth like leather.

"That's because a nigga was young, no experience whatsoever."

"You telling me you got better?" He moves his hands up to either side of her head, his palms flat on the wall. Khaleesi angles her head down to the right, she traces her finger up Kamari's clothed chest then back down slowly. His eyes follow her finger then land back on her eyes.

"That's exactly what I'm saying." The way he spoke to her was aggressive-like but, gingerly. He had definitely gained experience and it was making Khaleesi nervous. Of course she had slept with men of her own but, he was different, her first love: first everything. "Lame ass niggas can't handle you, you too real for them. Just saying." His words were sharp, he meant everything that came from his lips. "Think about it." Khaleesi presses herself against the wall as Kamari turns around and walks toward the balcony.

"You're going to hurt yourself leaving that way."

"How you think I got in?" He grins, his stunning smile showing itself. And with that, he disappears over the banister. Khaleesi smooths down her hair, she breathes heavily. It was the only audible sound in the room, she blinks her eyes then glances at the door. Everyone's still sleep? Her mind wonders. She walks over and twists the knob, on the other side, Kali stands in the slither of space.

"What the hell are you doing?" Kali pushes herself in and slams the door behind her.

"I know you didn't let that nigga in?!"

"Bitch, he showed up here this morning, thanks to you!" Kali arches her lip then rolls her eyes, she takes the time to re-tie the strings of her bonnet. "It's Mari."

"I know, I heard him. What does he want with you?"

"He wants to finish what we had." Her sister furrows her eyebrows together and laughs. "I'm serious."

"Fuck no, Q is going to kill him and you." She moves close to Khaleesi and takes ahold of her wrist. "You need to get rid of him before Q gets back. Leesi, are you hearing me?" Khaleesi felt frustrated, she didn't know what she wanted to do. A do-over with Kamari sounds so good, so tempting but dangerous. Forbidden. He didn't care for danger. That was the problem.

"Okay. I understand."

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