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Authors: Keisha Ervin
Tags: United States, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Action & Adventure, Genre Fiction, Contemporary Fiction, Urban, African American, Urban Life
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your money. Your moms left you this. It's yours, keep it”.
“Look, I'm not taking no for an answer, take it.” Smiling, Black hugged her. Black still paid for the house with his on money, taking the dough Meesa gave him and putting it into a safety deposit box he had stashed.
Meesa decorated the house with all of her mothers' furniture, crystal vases, and knick-knacks, like she promised herself after her mother passed, adding only new things where needed. Their house was beautiful inside and out. It had four bedrooms,two living rooms, three bathrooms, a spacious kitchen, a furnished basement, a two-story deck, and pool.
Black conducted most of his business in the extra room they had in the basement. Meesa turned one of the bedrooms into a computer room so that she could study and design.
The master bedroom was so big that it could be two rooms. Meesa decorated it in Black's favorite color, red. One of the living rooms had all black leather furniture, that being Black's room. The other room had Meesa's mother's furniture in it. Flowers lined their walkway that led to two big wooden double doors.
Meesa loved her new home and the man she shared it with. Her life was coming full circle she thought. For once she was truly happy. Black was finally happy too. He gave Meesa any and everything she wanted.
Black was no longer in the drug game. He had finally saved up enough money to go legit. He would never have to want for a damn thing. Meesa was so happy she had her man at home with her. But in the back of her mind, she knew that the peace they both shared would only last so long.
Black was biding his time but he was still out for Daryl's blood. After Tamara's funeral, and him not seeing Destiny there, made him know that it was Daryl. Meesa couldn't understand why, after all the shit that she and Destiny, and the girls had been through, Destiny still didn't even attend Tamara's funeral. Something wasn't right and Meesa knew it.
Not wanting to know the truth, but knowing she should, she asked Black who was behind killing Tamara and Rick. Black didn't want to involve her, but feeling that she should know, he told her. Meesa sat stoned faced staring at the wall. Everything was suddenly becoming clearer, Daryl was trying to kill Black for punking him at the club.
But somehow he missed Black and killed Tamara. Now theonly question was did Destiny know what he was up to that fateful night.
December 24th, 2002 and winter was showing itself. Snow was falling heavily from the sky and Meesa sat in front of her big window and gazed. Black was out doing some last minute Christmas shopping for his extended family. Meesa only liked looking at snow, and decided to stay home. And besides, she wasn't feeling all that well. All that week, Meesa had felt queasy and nauseated. But only thinking that she was coming with a cold, she ignored it. Eyeing Black's black Mercedes Benz truck cruising down the street, Meesa leapt off of the couch to great him.
Opening their double doors, Black's hand was filled with bags.
“Baby you need some help?”
“No, you stay in the house, you're sick.” Black demanded.
Making two trips back and forth from the house to the truck, Black finally finished. He had really out done himself this time Meesa thought. Opening a bag to find out the contents, Black slapped her hand.
“Ouch that hurt, kiss it.”
“Come here, Shorty.” Meesa leapt into his arms loving him more than ever. Kissing her hand playing along with her game, Black smiled. He never felt so complete in his life. Meesa completed him and he did the same for her.
“Baby, what all did you buy? Did you hit up every store or what? There has to be over ten bags here.” Meesa asked.
“Yeah I did, you know I had to buy your ass a million things. And I bought things for my grandma, aunts, uncle, and cousins.” Black answered. They had been in their house for over two months and only the girls had been allowed to their house.
After the
“Look, I'm not taking no for an answer, take it.” Smiling, Black hugged her. Black still paid for the house with his on money, taking the dough Meesa gave him and putting it into a safety deposit box he had stashed.
Meesa decorated the house with all of her mothers' furniture, crystal vases, and knick-knacks, like she promised herself after her mother passed, adding only new things where needed. Their house was beautiful inside and out. It had four bedrooms,two living rooms, three bathrooms, a spacious kitchen, a furnished basement, a two-story deck, and pool.
Black conducted most of his business in the extra room they had in the basement. Meesa turned one of the bedrooms into a computer room so that she could study and design.
The master bedroom was so big that it could be two rooms. Meesa decorated it in Black's favorite color, red. One of the living rooms had all black leather furniture, that being Black's room. The other room had Meesa's mother's furniture in it. Flowers lined their walkway that led to two big wooden double doors.
Meesa loved her new home and the man she shared it with. Her life was coming full circle she thought. For once she was truly happy. Black was finally happy too. He gave Meesa any and everything she wanted.
Black was no longer in the drug game. He had finally saved up enough money to go legit. He would never have to want for a damn thing. Meesa was so happy she had her man at home with her. But in the back of her mind, she knew that the peace they both shared would only last so long.
Black was biding his time but he was still out for Daryl's blood. After Tamara's funeral, and him not seeing Destiny there, made him know that it was Daryl. Meesa couldn't understand why, after all the shit that she and Destiny, and the girls had been through, Destiny still didn't even attend Tamara's funeral. Something wasn't right and Meesa knew it.
Not wanting to know the truth, but knowing she should, she asked Black who was behind killing Tamara and Rick. Black didn't want to involve her, but feeling that she should know, he told her. Meesa sat stoned faced staring at the wall. Everything was suddenly becoming clearer, Daryl was trying to kill Black for punking him at the club.
But somehow he missed Black and killed Tamara. Now theonly question was did Destiny know what he was up to that fateful night.
December 24th, 2002 and winter was showing itself. Snow was falling heavily from the sky and Meesa sat in front of her big window and gazed. Black was out doing some last minute Christmas shopping for his extended family. Meesa only liked looking at snow, and decided to stay home. And besides, she wasn't feeling all that well. All that week, Meesa had felt queasy and nauseated. But only thinking that she was coming with a cold, she ignored it. Eyeing Black's black Mercedes Benz truck cruising down the street, Meesa leapt off of the couch to great him.
Opening their double doors, Black's hand was filled with bags.
“Baby you need some help?”
“No, you stay in the house, you're sick.” Black demanded.
Making two trips back and forth from the house to the truck, Black finally finished. He had really out done himself this time Meesa thought. Opening a bag to find out the contents, Black slapped her hand.
“Ouch that hurt, kiss it.”
“Come here, Shorty.” Meesa leapt into his arms loving him more than ever. Kissing her hand playing along with her game, Black smiled. He never felt so complete in his life. Meesa completed him and he did the same for her.
“Baby, what all did you buy? Did you hit up every store or what? There has to be over ten bags here.” Meesa asked.
“Yeah I did, you know I had to buy your ass a million things. And I bought things for my grandma, aunts, uncle, and cousins.” Black answered. They had been in their house for over two months and only the girls had been allowed to their house.
After the
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