sky.
Chapter Five
The pounding sound of the rain hitting the roof awoke Kalil out of his sleep. He sat up on the couch, his perfectly toned chest, arms, and stomach stiff from the hard work that his new job required. âDamn,â he mumbled as he arose and pulled his sagging pajama pants onto his waist. His entire body ached, and he was exhausted from staying up late all week. Every day after he got off of work, he and Quinn would camp out in Marcy Projects waiting to see any sign of Fatboy or his girl, but they came up empty.
âFuck,â he whispered as he rubbed his triceps. He knew that the heavy storm outside would shut down the construction zone for the day, and in a way he was relieved. He hated the fact that he had to work so hard just to eat.
âWhat up, bro? You good?â Quinn walked out of the bedroom and headed straight for the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and examined the contents. He found a carton of orange juice and drank straight from it.
Kalil joined Quinn in the kitchen. âShit, Iâm hurting bad right now, bro. My pockets ainât as heavy as they used to be, and on top of that, I canât stop thinking about what happened to Jada. Fatboy pulled that foul shit, and all I can think about is deading his ass. These muâfuckinâ Italians got me on the clock too. I canât even concentrate on finding that fat nigga, because I got to keep this job. This gig is a part of the condition of my parole. This fucking construction shit is for the birds.â
âThatâs because you trying to do something that ainât you, feel me?â Quinn stared across the table at Kalil with a serious expression. âYou out here beating down doors to get legit, but that ainât you. The only way you know how to get money is the wrong way. Thatâs just how we do. What you need to do is get in contact with Hova so we can get right again.â
âI hear you, man,â Kalil stated as he got up and left the table. There was so much temptation for him to get back in the game. He knew that if he got his hands on some work, he could flip a profit almost overnight. He kept reminding himself that he had one good reason to keep his hands clean, and that was Jada.
âOh yeah, and you ainât got to worry about Fatboy coming around no time soon. Word out that you slumped his lilâ worker and that you looking for him. He ainât gonâ be showing his face no time soon, so Jada should be safe with Destiny until we get at his ass.â
âThat muâfucka can hide all he want. He better enjoy his last days because I got something hot waiting on him when he does pop up.â The news did ease his worries about letting Jada go back home to Destiny, however. He knew that he couldnât keep Jada away from Destiny for too long. All he needed was for her to call his P.O. and report the beating that he had given her and he would be sent back upstate without hesitation. He would take Jada back home, but he knew that Fatboy wasnât crazy enough to come around that way.
Later that day he got dressed and headed to Jadaâs school to pick her up from her dance class. He made sure that he was on time. He didnât want anybody picking Jada up but him. As he drove up to the school he thought about how he had yelled at Jadaâs dance teacher. He knew that he owed her teacher an apology for raising his voice at her the first time they had met. He also wanted to let her know that he would be the only person picking Jada up from now on.
He saw his daughter and a couple other little girls playing on the playground when he arrived. Why are they outside in this weather? He walked over to pick her up.
Jada smiled when she recognized her father approaching and left her friends to run toward him. She splashed puddles of water with each step that she took, and the bottom of her pants was dark from being soaked in mud. âDaddy! What are you doing
Chapter Five
The pounding sound of the rain hitting the roof awoke Kalil out of his sleep. He sat up on the couch, his perfectly toned chest, arms, and stomach stiff from the hard work that his new job required. âDamn,â he mumbled as he arose and pulled his sagging pajama pants onto his waist. His entire body ached, and he was exhausted from staying up late all week. Every day after he got off of work, he and Quinn would camp out in Marcy Projects waiting to see any sign of Fatboy or his girl, but they came up empty.
âFuck,â he whispered as he rubbed his triceps. He knew that the heavy storm outside would shut down the construction zone for the day, and in a way he was relieved. He hated the fact that he had to work so hard just to eat.
âWhat up, bro? You good?â Quinn walked out of the bedroom and headed straight for the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and examined the contents. He found a carton of orange juice and drank straight from it.
Kalil joined Quinn in the kitchen. âShit, Iâm hurting bad right now, bro. My pockets ainât as heavy as they used to be, and on top of that, I canât stop thinking about what happened to Jada. Fatboy pulled that foul shit, and all I can think about is deading his ass. These muâfuckinâ Italians got me on the clock too. I canât even concentrate on finding that fat nigga, because I got to keep this job. This gig is a part of the condition of my parole. This fucking construction shit is for the birds.â
âThatâs because you trying to do something that ainât you, feel me?â Quinn stared across the table at Kalil with a serious expression. âYou out here beating down doors to get legit, but that ainât you. The only way you know how to get money is the wrong way. Thatâs just how we do. What you need to do is get in contact with Hova so we can get right again.â
âI hear you, man,â Kalil stated as he got up and left the table. There was so much temptation for him to get back in the game. He knew that if he got his hands on some work, he could flip a profit almost overnight. He kept reminding himself that he had one good reason to keep his hands clean, and that was Jada.
âOh yeah, and you ainât got to worry about Fatboy coming around no time soon. Word out that you slumped his lilâ worker and that you looking for him. He ainât gonâ be showing his face no time soon, so Jada should be safe with Destiny until we get at his ass.â
âThat muâfucka can hide all he want. He better enjoy his last days because I got something hot waiting on him when he does pop up.â The news did ease his worries about letting Jada go back home to Destiny, however. He knew that he couldnât keep Jada away from Destiny for too long. All he needed was for her to call his P.O. and report the beating that he had given her and he would be sent back upstate without hesitation. He would take Jada back home, but he knew that Fatboy wasnât crazy enough to come around that way.
Later that day he got dressed and headed to Jadaâs school to pick her up from her dance class. He made sure that he was on time. He didnât want anybody picking Jada up but him. As he drove up to the school he thought about how he had yelled at Jadaâs dance teacher. He knew that he owed her teacher an apology for raising his voice at her the first time they had met. He also wanted to let her know that he would be the only person picking Jada up from now on.
He saw his daughter and a couple other little girls playing on the playground when he arrived. Why are they outside in this weather? He walked over to pick her up.
Jada smiled when she recognized her father approaching and left her friends to run toward him. She splashed puddles of water with each step that she took, and the bottom of her pants was dark from being soaked in mud. âDaddy! What are you doing
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