“Yeah bitch, scandalous. That’s the best word that I can come up with to describe the hoe who robbed me and my girl when we got locked up. Then, you had the nerve to be coming see a nigga and shit like it was all good. That’s how you knew about the Versace underwear. Lying ass bitch. I already knew that Amore ain’t tell you no shit about what I wear underneath my clothes,” Viper sneered as he zipped the bag up.
He was probably forgetting something but he didn’t care. He had more than enough of everything in the one bedroom townhouse that he now lived in. One of the chicks that he messed with got it in her name and he paid the rent up for the next few months.
“It wasn’t even like that. I can explain,” Ciara said as tears fell from her eyes.
It seemed that everybody knew what she had done and she felt stupid and embarrassed. Ciara never did make good decisions and that was one of the worst. She never imagined that Amore would be as active as she was on social media and that was her downfall.
“Fuck you, Ciara. Have a nice life,” Viper replied as he walked towards the door.
“Viper please, just hear me out,” she pleaded as she grabbed his arm to stop him.
“Bitch, I told you to keep your grimy ass hands off of me!” Viper barked as he hit her in the mouth with a closed fist.
“Ahh!” Ciara screamed as blood poured from her mouth.
Meadow had gone to the bathroom but she was about to walk out the door before she heard Ciara scream. She heard her and Viper arguing but things had obviously gone too far.
“Ciara? Are you okay?” Meadow asked as she walked down the hall.
“Muthafucker!” Ciara screamed as she started trying to fight Viper. Her hands were swinging like a windmill as she yelled in frustration. She now understood why Amore always used to fight his ass back. He had her all the way fucked up.
“You trying to fight bitch. Let’s do this,” Viper said as he dropped his bag to the floor.
Viper never did have a problem swinging on a female and nothing had changed. He started boxing Ciara up like she was a nigga and she tried her best to defend herself. Unlike Amore, she wasn’t a challenge and she couldn’t really fight.
“Get the fuck off of her!” Meadow yelled as she walked into the room and pushed him away.
“You want some too bitch. I got you,” Viper said as he backhanded her in her face.
Meadow was no pushover, so she got into her fighting stance and started rolling with him. She reminded Viper a lot of Amore the way she kept up with him and didn’t tire easily. Viper was still a man and he had to show her. He hit Meadow with a lick so vicious, she went crashing to the floor right next to Ciara. He couldn’t lie though; the bitch gave him a run for his money. He was out of breath and needed something to drink.
“Stupid ass hoes,” Viper fumed as he grabbed his bag and walked out of the house.
His face was stinging, so he knew that the wild bitch who he fought with must have scratched him. If he didn’t have to pick Skip up to handle some business, he would have gone back and put a bullet in both of those hoes. When Viper pulled off from Ciara’s house, he called Skip to let him know that he was on his way. When he pulled up to Skip’s house, he was already outside waiting for him.
“What’s good fam? The fuck happened to your face?” Skip frowned as he looked over at him.
Viper had never even looked in the mirror but he took a minute to inspect the damages. He frowned when he saw that he was bleeding from a few scratches on his face. It was nothing major and he would tend to it later. Right now, he was more concerned with the dummy mission that Skip had him on.
“I’m good bruh but tell me what’s up. I feel like we’re wasting our time with this shit,” Viper said as he drove away.
“You know me, fam. Wasted time is something that I despise. I told you, I got inside sources now. If shit is what they say it is, then I’ll know how to proceed,” Skip replied.
Viper nodded and continued to their destination. It was only a little after nine when they got there, so he parked where Skip told him to. Skip pulled out a few blunts that he and Viper passed back and forth as they talked. Viper wasn’t convinced but Skip was adamant that the info he’d received from his inside sources was legit.
“Damn man,” Viper sighed as he shifted in his seat again.
“Impatient ass nigga,” Skip laughed.
“Man, we been sitting out here for over three hours and nothing happened yet,” Viper noted.
“Patience, my dude, patience,” Skip replied, making Viper frown.
Another hour passed and he was about to speak up until something caught his eye. He and Skip sat up and watched everything unfold from their spot across the street in his parked car. They were in the driveway of an abandoned house but they had a clear view of it all.
“The fuck!” Viper exclaimed in shock.
“Let’s roll nigga. I’ve seen all that I needed to see.” Skip nodded.
“What’s the plan bro? That shit is foul as fuck,” Viper said as he pulled away and drove in the opposite direction.
“Be on standby fam. I need to get my head on straight and figure some shit out. I need to get with my sources before I do anything else,” Skip said as he stared off into space.
Viper could see that he had a lot on his mind and he was deep in thought. He didn’t say anything as he drove Skip home and watched him go inside. He didn’t know what he had planned but he knew that it wouldn’t be good. It was late but Viper was in the mood for some company. He hit up one of the chicks that he was kicking it with and she assured him that she was on her way.
Viper sipped straight from his bottle of Hennessey as he watched his dick disappear and reappear in and out of his female companion’s mouth. His place was quiet except for the slurping and sucking noises that she was making. He was in a foul mood and not even head and liquor was making him feel better. Skip tried to cheer him up by taking him to a strip club two nights before but he had a hard time enjoying himself there too.
“Get up,” Viper ordered in a low raspy voice.
“Mmm,” she moaned as she ignored his command and kept sucking.
“I said get the fuck up!” he yelled while pulling her up by her hair.
“Oww! The fuck is wrong with you,” she yelped while yanking away from him.
“Get the fuck out,” Viper said as he fixed his clothes and drank from his bottle.
“What? Why? I just got here not too long ago. We’re just getting started,” she cooed as she tried to pull his dick out of his boxers again.
“Bitch, I said get the fuck out!” Viper snapped angrily.
He jumped up from his seat and grabbed her by her hair once again. He dragged her to the front door as she screamed and clawed at his hands. Once he had the door open, he tossed her out of it and slammed it shut. He heard her ranting and raving for a few minutes before she finally got into her car and pulled off. He knew that he’d lost a decent fuck buddy but he didn’t give a damn. She was in the wrong place at a fucked up time and she had to pay for somebody else’s mistake.
Viper sat back down and picked up his phone. His eyes watered a little as he looked over the pictures that he’d been staring at for the past few days once again. He couldn’t believe it. The only woman that he’d ever loved and been in love with was married to another man. Even though Amore had a baby for dude, he still didn’t think it was that serious. He was obviously mistaken because he was now her husband. Viper stared at the picture of the two of them standing on the beach in a heart made of rose petals. They looked happy and in love, and he was sick. He watched the video of them exchanging their vows at least ten times and he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He was pissed to see that his grandmother was there but he wasn’t surprised. She didn’t even look happy to see him when he went to visit her but she was smiling in every picture that she was on with Amore.
“Fuck her too,” Viper snarled as he continued to stare at the pictures. He was hurt and he wanted Amore to hurt too.
He just didn’t know exactly how to go about doing it. When his phone rang, Viper started to ignore it until he saw Skip’s number pop up.
“Yeah,” Viper said when he answered.
“It’s that time nigga. Get out your feelings and meet me at the spot,” Skip replied before he hung up.
That was all that Viper needed to hear. With the way he was feeling, getting his hands dirty would be a welcomed distraction. He rushed into his bedroom and threw on some black sweats with the matching hoodie. He slipped his feet into his black Timbs and grabbed his car keys. It didn’t matter that it was hot as hell outside. He was ready for war and black was his go to color. Viper sped all the way to his destination and parked his car around the corner. He grabbed his gun from under the seat and walked to the new trap house to join Skip. The door was unlocked, so he walked inside and locked it behind him. Viper walked out back to the shed and found Skip in there waiting for him.
“Whoa, what’s good fam?” Viper smirked as he looked over at Logan who was tied up to a chair.
“Fuck you nigga,” Lo spat, prompting Viper to deliver a vicious blow to his mouth.
“Nah nigga, fuck your snitching ass,” Viper replied as Lo spit a wad of blood from his mouth.
Skip’s inside sources at the police department proved to be worth every penny that he was paying them. He had a feeling that Lo was going to pull some bullshit, which was why he had Viper and the corner boys change locations the same day he and Lo parted ways. Skip was right because he got the word only three days later that they’d received an anonymous tip about the trap house that they’d just moved out of. Lo was dumb as fuck and he called in the tip from his own phone. He was salty like a bitch and he moved like one too.
“Man, Skip, I swear, you got the wrong nigga,” Lo said as he looked at Skip, pleading with his eyes.
“Shut the fuck up with your bitch ass. You should have thought about that before you went to them people,” Viper taunted.
Skip just sat there, smoking a blunt and looking off into space. His prediction had come true but he didn’t look like he was happy about it. Logan was trying to get some sympathy from him but he was emotionless.
“You good fam?” Viper asked as he looked over at him.
“Man, Skip, somebody is lying on me man, I swear,” Logan said, making Viper mad.
“Nigga, didn’t I just tell you to shut the fuck up!” Viper yelled as he rained blows on Logan, making his head bounce back and forth with each blow. When he was done, Logan’s face was leaking blood and his eye was almost swollen shut.
“Skip! The fuck is up man. You got me over here to handle business and you in here zoning out and shit,” Viper said as he touched his shoulder.
“I fucked up bruh,” Skip replied as he dropped his head and shook it.
“What’s good fam? Fucked up how?” Viper asked.
“I put this hoe ass nigga on. I gave this nigga a chance to make money and eventually moved him up in the game. I gave this nigga your spot when you went to jail because I thought he worked hard and earned it. Turns out, he was the reason why you were there in the first place,” Skip acknowledged.
“Man, Skip, that shit is a lie,” Logan mumbled through his busted lips.
“Bum begged for his life. He swore that it wasn’t him, but I was too turned up to listen. I put a bullet in that man’s head and he was telling the truth. It was this nigga the whole time fam. This nigga has been an informant for years but he chilled out when he got put on and started making money. I’ve been looking over my shoulder for years when the real enemy was right by my side the entire time. Ain’t that a bitch,” Skip said as he chuckled sarcastically.
Viper was numb as he let Skip’s words sink in. He knew that Logan was pissed about him fucking Ciara but it wasn’t even that serious. He not only took away years of his freedom, he took away Amore’s freedom too. The way Viper saw it; Logan was the reason why he and Amore were no longer together. It was because of him that the love of his life had a baby and was married to another man. Logan had separated them and that was unforgivable. Viper didn’t even think twice before he pulled out his gun and emptied the clip into Logan’s head. Half his face was blown off and he looked better that way. His only regret was that he couldn’t kill his bitch ass again. Viper was livid as he raised his foot and kicked the chair, causing Logan’s lifeless body to tumble over.
“Was his bitch in on it too?” Viper asked angrily as he looked over at Skip. If Ciara had anything to do with him and Amore being locked up, she was going to take her last breath that same night too.
“From what I was told, it was only him,” Skip replied.
He was sorry that he didn’t have the connections back then that he had now. That would have made his life easier and saved him a lot of time and money. An innocent man lost his life and that would probably haunt him until he took his last breath. He felt like a damn fool and he hated that feeling. His circle was already small and, thanks to Lo, it was going to get a lot smaller.
“I gotta get the fuck up out of here. I feel like spazzing the fuck out on a dead man,” Viper said as he ran his hand across his face.
“Let me get that out you, fam. You don’t need to be riding around with no hot gun on you,” Skip said as he reached his hand out for Viper’s weapon.
Viper handed it to him right before he made his way back to his car. He was getting fresh air but, still, he couldn’t breathe. He didn’t see the signs and that’s what bothered him the most. He welcomed Logan into his home and broke bread with him. Yeah, he was wrong for fucking with Ciara but the bitch threw the pussy at him. She was a hoe and her actions proved it.
“Bitch ass nigga,” Viper seethed as he drove around the city aimlessly.
He knew that he shouldn’t have been looking at his phone while he drove but he couldn’t stop. He was back on Amore’s page, going through the pictures of her wedding once again. He was obsessed but he couldn’t help it. Amore still had his heart and he couldn’t help that. The what ifs was going to keep him up at night and that was going to be the hardest part of it all. When several horns honked, Viper looked up just in time to see that he had run a red light. As soon as he crossed over the light, he heard the blaring of police sirens coming up behind him.
“Fuck!” Viper hissed as he threw his phone on the passenger’s seat and pulled over. He was happy that Skip had finally convinced him to get his license because he needed to be legal. He didn’t want to give the police any reason to be suspicious of him.
“License, registration and insurance please,” the officer said when he approached his car.
Viper happily complied, especially since he knew that everything was in order. He waited impatiently as the officer went back to his car, probably to write him a ticket. Viper had fucked up, so he would gladly pay whatever they asked for. When the officer came back over, Viper was happy because he was ready to go.
“Step out of the car for me Mr. Anderson,” the officer instructed once he was close. Viper didn’t even see when the other car arrived but there was another policeman standing by his passenger door. He had his hand on his service weapon, silently warning him not to try anything stupid.
“What do I need to step out of the car for?” Viper asked.
“We have a warrant for your arrest. Step out of the car slowly and put your hands behind your head,” the officer instructed.
“This must be some kind of mistake. I didn’t even do shit to have a warrant,” Viper replied as he got out of the car and followed the officer’s commands. The other officer searched his car as he was frisked and read his rights.
“When I called your name in, I was informed that you had a warrant out for your arrest on a domestic dispute. I don’t know what that’s all about but I have to do my job,” the officer noted. He was polite, and Viper respected what he was saying. He was confused for a minute until the reality of the situation hit him.
“Stupid ass bitch,” he chuckled as he was placed in the back of the s
quad car.
Ciara must have called the police on him when he left her house. As much as he and Amore fought, she never once called the police on him. Ciara was a weak hoe and she couldn’t be with a nigga like him on her best day. Her and Logan were one and the same and they deserved each other. Viper swore that when he got out, he was going to make sure that they were reunited once again.
“H e’s still sleeping,” Tristyn whined when she walked back into the kitchen where Amore was. It was after three that afternoon and she had been checking to see if her father was awake every twenty minutes.
“I know baby. He’s tired from working all night,” Amore replied as she moved around the kitchen, preparing an early dinner.
Trillion had been busy for the past few days and she was happy that he was finally resting. He’d had club appearances and party promotions lined up since before their wedding and he was barely sleeping in between. Plus, he was still basically doing everything for Trinity because Amore still wasn’t adjusting to having a newborn. Jackie and Stacy had been helping out a lot and they had both just left not even an hour ago. Amore was hoping that Trinity stayed asleep because she didn’t want to break her husband’s rest.
“But, he said that we were going to buy a house today,” Tristyn pouted.
“No baby, we’re going to look at a house today, not buy one,” Amore corrected, right as she heard Trinity start to whimper over the baby monitor.
“Trinity is up,” Tristyn said excitedly as she ran down the hall to the nursery.
“Oh God. Don’t do this to me today,” Amore sighed as she followed her into the room.
Trinity was eight weeks old and she was getting chunky. She was beautiful and looked just like a baby doll. Amore looked down at her in her crib and she smiled up at her. That was a first and it warmed her heart to see.
“Can I feed her?” Tristyn asked.
“Yeah, you can feed her. We have to warm her bottle first,” Amore replied as she picked her up.
“Be good for mama Trinity. Daddy said for you not to be mean to her,” Tristyn said, making Amore laugh.
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