A Set Up!: An Urban Street Legend

By WM. Paul

Revenge, real life street chronicles of A Set Up! Many pawns will be traded and the only way to stay up is to use whoever you can to get ahead. Three major players want the top spot! TAKE Vargas, MEMPHIS Malone, JALEEL 'grip' Frazor and a host of under achievers starting with Reese, finding fame from the top three players street status, are on course for number one ! It's going down... and lives will be forever changed in this game, where a set up to gain advantage and paper is bound to happen. Who will stay on top? And who will fall from the everyday hustle of watchin your back from the ones closest to you?

This journey will take you to the edge of suspense as these men tell a hood tale where the streets play for keeps and the rules are simple. By any means necessary! Player after player will be connected in more than one way and the best move: "stack your dough and get away before your enemy comes knockin." A street story of; greed, deceit, envy, jealousy. power, respect and falling in love. Play to revenge leading to: A Set Up! The trilogy begins.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jan 26, 2012
• ISBN: 9781467038089

WM. Paul

William Paul Henderson Jr, resides in Oxford, PA! His pen name; "Wm. Paul" like his own life, is like a roller coaster such as those of others, where dreams are put on hold until reached! A desire to be a writer with ambition to inspire other's has motivated his dream of reaching a goal and fulfilling it to uplift those who have put their dreams on the shelf temporarily, needing encouragement to strive forward. And after a long pause, his dream of becoming an author "has started his legacy" through the eyes of one! He walked through darkness when he knew he could survive and... has arrived to begin his journey!

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© 2012 by WM. Paul. All rights reserved.

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First published by AuthorHouse 01/19/2012

ISBN: 978-1-4685-4309-4 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4670-3809-6 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4670-3808-9 (ebk)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2012900709

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Contents

A Set Up!

H & TRACY

ERICA

NAKOLE

H & TRACY

REESE

MEMPHIS

ERICA

NAKOLE

MEMPHIS

H & TRACY

PETEY

TAKE

ERICA

WILL

TAKE

NAKOLE

MEMPHIS

REESE

ERICA

PETEY

GRIP

H & TRACY

MEMPHIS

TAKE

ERICA

NAKOLE

GRIP

REESE

PETEY

PART 2

TAKE

MEMPHIS

GRIP

ERICA

H & TRACY

NAKOLE

PETEY

GRIP

DETECTIVE JOHNSON

WILL

MEMPHIS

REESE

H & TRACY

ERICA

TAKE

NAKOLE

PETEY

GRIP

MEMPHIS

WILL

REESE

TAKE

PETEY

NAKOLE

GRIP

ERICA

MEMPHIS

PETEY

DETECTIVE JOHNSON

H & TRACY

TAKE

REESE

MEMPHIS

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

A Set Up Pt.2… .

Karma Comes Around !

This is dedicated to my Nephew Darius DJ Knight. (RIP) and to my family!

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This is also especially dedicated to Achaleese, who gave me the support to finish this novel and the one who is truly my breath of air.

This book is the work of fiction. Names, places,characters and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, persons living or dead, is coincidental. And although this is a novel of imagination and real life events that truly can happen all over the world within inner cities and ghettos of America. Sometimes all that glitters ain’t really gold and all that shines isn’t pretty. to truly find that gift we all have inside of us. Watch your back and be careful not to fall victim to; A Set Up!

A Set Up!

Bump… Bump… Bump… Bump! Here comes the brand new flavor in ya ear. Craig Mack, gots the new flavor in ya ear. Damn baby. I see you ballin ma.

Yeah… like Craig Mack. 1000 degrees, you’ll be on your knees, you’ll be down burnin beggin please.

Let me holla at cha for ah moment sexy lady. Reese, always lookin for a new pic of the week trying to exploit his street status to pimp. Eyes the candy apple colored camry, imagining what will be behind the insides of the car.

Erica, a successful administrator, graduate, with honors from Drexel University and the drive of a millionaire. Her only set back was finding someone equally intelligent and hungry enough for success as she. Her attraction however, tended to lead her towards illegal pharmacist wannabe’s called drug dealers. Being in the medical field was her dream and all she ever wanted to do since she was a little girl. Prestige was her motto and failure was not acceptable. Bringing home her dates were also a no-no since most of all in one way or another, consented in dealing with drugs. Just not legally! Pulling over to the side Erica debates if this will be the usual street level paper chaser trying to act cool?

Yo ma, I see you smilin for da camera.

Something like that. Take a pic, because it might be ya last partna!

A little gangsta. I like that! What’s your name shorty?

Erica, with a C.

Beautiful name for a gorgeous young lady. Do you roll the C off your tongue? Or pronounce it hard. Reese grows a devilish grin across his face knowing a few more lines of sweetness and this will be wrapped up and bagged for his pleasure and financial gain judging by her car. So he thinks!

Listen, Umm… .

Reese, with the eese said slowly.

Cracking a smile, laughing for a second. Erica, looks Reese, up and down taking notice to the well tuned body of his through an open vest and long sleeve T covering his upper body of dedicated upkeep. Thinking to herself Erica immediately likes what she see’s and begins to vision something possible with Reese. What an interesting brand name. I figured of more of… let’s say, pimp! Since I know your game has been played here before.

Very amused at the comments. Reese laughs while taking his fitted off showing his spinners shaped and styled to perfection. Listen playboy. Let me get your number if your girl will allow it and we’ll see how deep your game is one of these days.

Jotting down his digits Reese, jumps back onto the sidewalk allowing Erica, to pull off and head to her destination. Shaking his head in approval as he strides with confidence, Reese, cuts through the alley deciding to pay a little visit to one of his homies spot and shoot the bricks wit em’.

Yo H. somebody at cha door, Yelled Petey over thumping bass of Tupac’s, against all odds.

Walking in the room filled full of smoke. The aroma of the gank sends instant thrill to the body of Reese. Ay yo. How many times I got’s to tell y’all fools about this. I could’ve been po-po for all ya know.

Laughing at the silly inquisition of Reese’s statement. H, pulls hard extended, slow pulls of the cheeba before handing the L to his partna. Reaching out with a smile calms the tension for a minute while Reese inhales! Listening to the sounds and vibe of lyrics spit on wax from one of the greatest rappers of all-time… in the studio getting blown. This be the realest thing I ever wrote . . . brings bopping to the words he sings hooking the chorus, feeling all the effects of the weed. Against all odds!

Yo Reese, pass my shit back nigga, Laughing at his buddy since the sixth grade seeing him in a zone. Mami, bring me a St.Ides and another Dutch.

Why you got me doing things for you when I’m in there busy?

Thank you Bonita, giving her the seductive look that melts her insides everytime. H notices his homie checking out his love, tosses the ice cold deuce onto Petey’s."

Yo man. What’s you doing.

Thought you needed to cool down before it got hot down there, know what I mean? Shootin him a look as he pulled his girl Tracy, towards him.

No disrespect H, just checkin out those new Chanel heels. Them things on Trace, are fire. They hot ta deaf, with an F not Th. Easing up the chokehold a bit.

Yeah yeah, I hear ya. But ain’t nobody buying it. Those heels are on the ground, not at her apple bottoms.

Papi, be nice, Tracy say’s turning around. Petey is like my brother. He went with my best friend before us and is the one who brought us together. Without him we would’ve never fell in love.

Well, like is not is and in my book, that means anything is possible.

Y’all some funny mutha fucka’s up in here, Reese say’s humorously. You two ain’t Spanish and those the only two words you know. How long you’s been speaking this new found lingo anyway?

With evil eyes darting directly at Reese, they both look over at him and yell, punta callate, then smiling at how well they spoke in rhythm together with perfection and ESP. The next song then plays the sounds of ‘me and my girlfriend’ allowing the two to sing along to the hook.

Ay, you wannabe Bonnie and Clyde’s. Who sings this song? Trying to catch the pair off guard for a laugh.

Come on partna. Don’t tell me that smoke got you already and clouded ya brain. This here 2pac man.

Well let 2pac sing it then. Reese chuckles laughing his ass off. Petey joins

In with Yeah, you two more on the soft side together then gangster wanting to be ride or dyers.

You two with the jokes. Whose house this is?

Yours they both acknowledge.

Then guess what! Don’t let the door rear end ya asses up outta here. Step clowns.

Yo H, don’t get so bugged out padre. We just playin man. But, we be on the block anyways money. Petey, lets roll. You got some work on you right? Cause the block was jumpin on my way over here. And I ran into a delicacy that I’m ready to taste soon.

Petey digs out a bag from his pocket containing about 40 twenty bags ready for delivery and grins saying, Reese, I’m always on the grind buddy. We tryin to catch a break ain’t we," referring to frequent talks about a come up to get some fast loot and stay on top.

You right about that Petey. H, how long you gonna be in this funk? We got business to tend to mi amigo, smiling at his boy.

Reese, I’ll be there in about an hour or so. Let me package the rest of the work for tonight, plus make this call to big Scoogs. Better yet, make that two hours and I’ll be on the set. Call or no call, aight homie.

One! Bring that smoke too kid. We neeeeed that money.

Yeah, yeah, Petey. Your ass already high enough. You smoke too much.

Don’t tell him nothing H, I don’t know how the nigga stay so focused smokin as much as he do.

It’s in the genes fellas and I got a Ph.D. in weedology son grinning from ear to ear walking out da door.

H & TRACY

Mami, pour me a drink.

What you crippled now. Stop frontin! Your homies left H teasing him.

Nah baby girl, just want to watch you walk back into the kitchen and swing that phat azz of yours in my clear view.

Be careful, it’s lethal and if you look to hard ya might blind yourself.

Is that right? Giving his queen a sly grin feeling his manhood grow through his sweatpants.

Waiting for the right moment. H pulls out the six-carat diamond engagement ring surely to bring a smile to his hopeful wife to be. Getting down on one knee, the hard-nosed street player reveals a softer side to his gangster. Tracy walks through the door and runs to H, dropping the Tequila and coke, as she seen the ring and H, down on one knee. Hands across a face of joyous tears Tracy embraces for words she’s been waiting her whole life to hear.

H wears a smile on his face as he prepares to ask the commitment of a lifetime. With great pride and confidence H, opens his mouth to recite the words he once thought he’d never say. Tracy, we’ve been together for a long time and you’ve been my backbone since day one. Today with great honor I ask you ma ‘will you marry me and become my oxygen that I need daily? Cascading tears down his love’s face.

Running tears uncontrollably down already stained checks. Tracy, drops down on her knees and answers a yes H, I’ll marry you soaking every moment for a lifetime cherishment.

Wrapping his arms around her waist he pulls her close to him and passionately kisses his soon to be wife. Tongues lost into time, Tracy pulls her chest up, head back. Allowing H, to dance his tongue along her neck giving an escape into paradise. Shirts taken off, the two never taking their eyes off one another begin foreplay that will send each other to another world!

ERICA

Still feeling strong desires from the earlier meeting. Erica feels this is the one she can change. Talking to herself she say’s, Erica you’ve done it girl. This is the one! I can definitely upgrde him like Beyonce said and make him my project. He’ll be leaving his so-called woman in no time and after that. I’ll have him beggin out the palms of my hands once I throw this pussy at him. He’ll be locked and slaved away as my personal prisoner.

Interrupted out of thoughts Erica answers her phone Speak and it better be important noticing instantly who the caller was on the other end by the ring tone that played Beyonce’s ‘to the left.’

Look ma, stop raggin. I know it’s that time of month for you, but I need you over here for a favor. And pronto!

What kind of favor buster. Last time I did something for you it nearly had me killed.

Yeah, yeah, sorry bout that. Now get ya ass over here by the time I’m out of the shower.

Well that won’t be long since you only in and out. Half a minute man! Laughing she adds, in both ways referring to an only once sexual encounter the two shared when he couldn’t stay erect. A time she was lonely and he claimed drugs took control of his penal senses. Since then, Erica has limited their relationship to strictly business noting. Employer and employee never make a long loving relationship work.

Whatever bitch. Bring your smart ass on!

After taking her time to arrive Erica rings the bell to the entrance, letting Memphis know she’s made it. Waling through the hallway Erica, notices the new carpet and lingering smell of fresh paint and smiles to herself approving of the new changes. Wearing just a robe she finds Memphis at the money counter countin stacks while smoking a blunt.

Eyes on the prize before her she wonders what would be if she’d just throw Memphis a quick shot of her kitten to have claim, to all his worth? Thinking ahead of herself she say’s, Memphis, I’m here. What is so urgent little man standing with her hands on her hips.

Cute. I see you’re in a joking mood this morning. But remember who brought that whip your drivin. My work! That was from the heart and my heart will put feelings aside and take what I want. Comprende!

Seeing the seriousness on his face but loving the aggression of taking control displayed. Erica walks closer to his to hear him out. Uneasy and temper flaring Memphis, gives Erica a scolding look that if looks could kill she’d be dead by now. Switching lanes and using her street smarts to quickly ease the tension. Erica ushers a sure win approach walking over to Memphis.

Listen Memphis, starting to feel intimate glancing at his defined physique of muscles staring at her reminding her of earlier meeting with Reese. Clearing her throat she continues as she fights off the urges of vulnerable sex welling inside her. I’m here because you called me and said it was urgent… placing her arms around his neck while looking into his eyes. I know you said this was business Memphis, but we’ve had a relatively easy time getting what we both want. You and I both know we have a great connection working together and I came here today for one thing.

Feeling the moment from within, Erica slides up to give Memphis open invitation to take what he wants. Eyes locked together Memphis, tugs one last inhale before bringing lips to touch and exhales inside Erica’s mouth allowing tongues to meet for lustful intentions. Placing two fingers inside an already wet pussy Memphis kisses Erica’s neck, as Erica lets out slight moans escaping from the joy of her lungs. Temperature rising, sexual escapade building between the two Erica, throws off her shirt matching Memphis chest to chest.

Breasts throbbing from anticipation, Erica guides an anxious mouth of Memphis’ to succulent waiting nipples the size of cherries. A finger still dancing inside a wet pussy, Erica lets loose and moves hurried hands down inside pants, to begin the game of masturbation. Fuck me Erica Memphis whispers feeling

Heaven and hell at the same time from sin.

Go slow Memphis. Let me feel you inside this melting pot! Ooh daddy. Harder! Pound this pussy Memphis, it’s all yours today. Yes… Yes, Memphis. Yes right there! Erica screams

Erica’s nipple in Memphis’ mouth begins her body to shake after feeling the verge of an orgasm approaching. Hands around Erica’s ass, Memphis guides her up and down giving Erica all joy as she screams, tightening her thighs together, head back, letting go of pure pleasure and satisfaction. Memphis I’mmm comin, I’mmm comin daddy. Pausing for just a second to gather here breathe and capture the moment. Erica gyrates her hips forward exciting a swollen clitoris bringing a smile upon Memphis’ face.

Matching move for move he stands with Erica’s legs wrapped around his lower back, placing her back down on the desk to give him access to a wide open Erica. Ooh Memphis. Ooh Memphis Erica say’s slowly as she feels all of Memphis enter in and out of her, as his hands hold her ass giving him complete control.

Whose pussy is this? with each thrust, every push in Memphis asks feeling power and dominance hearing Erica moan to his delight.

Memphis make me cum again.

Rising to the challenge and giving what the lady asked for. Memphis slows his pace to avoid his own escape into paradise and turning Erica over onto her stomach for entrance from behind. His smile is evident of the pain he wants to inflict into Erica. Stopping for a very quick second, literally! Erica stands, placing one leg on the floor, one knee on the desk, telling Memphis to continue in a whimpered voice fuck me doggy style, I want you Memphis inside.

Memphis enjoying every second gives Erica her request and goes for all of his and hers. Erica right their baby, don’t stop. Put your leg up higher! Yesss Erica… right there.

Feeling Memphis’ body grow great lengths Erica, bounces her hips and ass up and down bringing the beginning of ejaculation to the head of Memphis. Grabbing Erica’s titties while unloading inside her. Memphis kisses her back as Erica wears an unseen smile from the victory of a planned plot to conquer another victim in her web.

Memphis… Erica says sitting on the desk legs hanging over the side wide-open showing, a clean Brazilian shaven inviting pussy waiting for taste. I know you had me come over for business and we somehow got side tracked… cracking a school girlish smile before continuing. But before we get down to what it is you called me for. I want you to come over here and eat this pussy!

Dick getting harder again at the sounds of Erica’s sexy voice. Memphis walks over and drops to his knees and begins to feed while Erica places her hands around his head, guiding him as she, she moves her upperbody, hips and pussy to his tongue playing the song of ‘lick me.’ Circling round and round with his tongue, Memphis places three fingers inside her wet cup and plays with her clitoris. Moving her closer to yet another orgasm from vulnerability and deceit.

Feeling love and desire deep within her heart Erica, moans slight whispers of yes’s and oh’s as she locks her thighs around Memphis’ head, releasing the fountain of her juice into the mouth of her prey and says. Memphis you trying to get me to fall in love with your tongue game?

Well, you know what they say. No licky, no sticky.

Yes I do somewhat laughing to herself remembering the first time they attempted to have sex and he lacked strength to stay up and wanted her to give him oral pleasures.

But I do aim to please ma. Now get over here and ride me while we discuss your next job assignment.

Business is always first. And why is everything about pussy and money with you?

Thinking of his rough childhood growing up in various foster homes. Memphis decides not to reveal that part of his life to Erica as it’s always been his secret from her and goes instead, against the grain. You like tupac baby?

Why Memphis!

Because he said it best when he spit; ‘revenge is the sweetest chore next to getting pussy. My money grind is always 1st by any means necessary.

I see Erica says wondering why the distant look is across Memphis’ face placing him in a world she has never seen before. I mean, you’re a money maker Memphis. I’ve seen you count more money in a few days then most people see all year.

Yeah, but its more then just money. It’s power that be the sin inside me. Pussy is just an appetite that’s been acquired along the way. Lips licking the thought of another round.

Erica begins to question the emotions in her mind and the two cut ties of settledness and repaint game faces and begin to discuss the job at hand that will bring Memphis what he’s been after all this time. Sliding a vanilla folder across the desk. Memphis sits down as Erica opens it and scans the pages of pictures placed inside.

Looking through the photos one by one. Erica comes across a picture with a familiar face standing next to the circled man and asks, and.

And what? You know your job, role and goal! This should not be something new ma.

Details Memphis. Lay it out and why.

It’s simple. The girl in the photo!

Who is she and what is she to you? You said pussy is just an acquired taste that comes along the way.

Her name is Tracy Malone!

Eyebrows raising to the top of her head. Erica paints the resemblance of the two and draws a sighful look at the pain on Memphis’ face, while Memphis turns his chair around facing the Window overlooking the pond off in the distance. Memphis closes his eyes and sheds silent invisible tears down his face, as it’s been fifthteen long years of searching for his long lost…

NAKOLE

Hello!

Hey baby, how are you

What Reese. What do you want?

Damn baby! No hi honey.

Not in the mood and why is it that your always leavin the two of us here while you chase street dreams with your deadbeat, back stabin friends?

I see you got a nasty attitude as usual, so I’mma let you go until you come down off your period.

Listen good Reese This hard knock life you paintin around here ain’t makin it! I’m tired of pushin all the weight while you get high on them damn blocks all day and night, thinking you some up and rising king pen.

Nakole Wright! A hard working 26yr. Old, living paycheck to paycheck. Her job is just that A job she doesn’t like but maintains for her daughter and hopes of one day enjoying it. For it not be the games that are thrown her way by the many men. She just may of have enjoyed it more. Her reasons are like the one’s of any. Her body! With measurements of, 34C-24-38! Coca Cola bottles has nothing on her. Dangerous deep black eyes and an almond brown complexion that glows with every ray of light that comes into contact. It’ll make you say ‘yeah.’

Her longing for true love is her only desire and Reese’s longing for true love is the streets! With this always on her mind every time Reese leaves, is just another slap of reality in her face. So once again as the hurt builds up inside her already fragile heart. She dreams of one day finding true love and how much longer she must wait for Reese to wake up, before she walks away from him and the relationship that has been one as of lately.

Ego shattered and more determined to gain the status of the man. Reese thinks of a quick stick up to bring him some loot. Look Reese, it’s clear to me that you have other plans so do you and leave me and Kenda out the equation.

You know what ma! You right. I’m out and don’t worry, you startin to get on my last nerves anyway Bitch.

Heated and about to climb through the phone to choke the shit out of Reese! Nakole regains her sanity and uses better judgement to irritate her now ex-man. Goodbye Reese and enjoy yourself. I’m through fighting with you to make a commitment to me and our daughter. Hanging up the phone and closing her eyes, Nakole speaks silent words to herself for comfort.

Brought back to reality from the ringing of the phone. Nakole agitated and lonely, wants nothing more then to be left alone at the moment. Going against

Gut feelings she grabs the phone anticipating it’s Reese and yells, Hello, in an aggressive tone.

My… My… My! What a way to greet a brother on the phone Kole. Sean says as he begins to laugh at his cousin knowing her anger and his attempt at humoring her would throw her off track.

What Sean? I’m in n o mood to play tonight.

Sophistication huh! No more ghetto slang just project livin now adays.

If you want cussed out, keep it up. If not, shut the fuck up or say what you called to say.

Now that’s the cousin I know. Hot Damn! There’s the fire burnin.

Bringing a smile to her teary yet, still beautiful face. Nakole let’s out a laugh as her cousin Sean listens on the other end. Sean why did you call me or should I ask what do you want?

Cuz, I need a gee, to get this package and I’ll give you back two on top.

Entertaining the thought now Reese is no longer in the picture at the moment she considers then speaks. Why should I get burned by blood when if I wanted to give my hard earned away. I would give it to street dreams and watch him sing me a song and a dance.

What’s that punk ass nigga got to do with me? He’s far below me and besides, if you know what I know you’d kick him to the curb like a bad habit and right quick! The smile upon Sean’s face carries a thousand words and having the upper hand now he’s, sure to get his way.

Sean, you got something to say or are you up to your side tricks of using some 411 to get some loot out of me?

Odds definitely in his corner, he begins to sell out his once friend now enemy.

Starting off easy, Sean speaks Sister.

Oh no! Only time you call me sister is when you got dirt so cut the paper chase and spit out what’s in your mouth, like you do when your spittin babies out your hand cuttin him off.

Nasty mouth with a nasty attitude so I’mma come with it right quick, then meet you for that gee… I seen that pussy of yours.

Watch your mouth.

Whatever. Like I said! I saw that pus… boy of yours all up on some exotic before I caught up with you at the corner store. Kenda didn’t see him but I sure in the fuck did.

He’s a grown ass man Sean.

Yeah, but this chick is a gold ringer and I peeped her game before. She Sets nigga’s up then goes in for the kill later after they got strung.

Well he deserves it and it’s none of my business. Besides, I shoved his ass to the trash long before you called Feeling the hurt of Reese stepping off on her.

The pain felt feels like a thousand bolts just struck home as Nakole stares off knowing, this is truly the end of her first love. Nakole. Nakole, talk to me sister. Not up for words, she quivers the ideas of becoming Reese’s wife once more, before answering Sean.

Sean someone’s at my door Nakole says barely keeping from an outbreak of tears and trembling, as her body began to shake from loneliness. It’s over she says not realizing the phone was still up to her mouth and Sean still on the other end.

Nakole listen…

Sean, I gotta go. I’ll call you later, hanging up before he could get out the money part.

Nakole stretches out on the couch and cry’s the hurt from her soul. Get ahold of yourself Nakole. Girl you are not weak and a peon. Snap out of this pity party and stand on your two feet or fall for anything she says out loud. Damn Kole. Why are you playing the fool? With those thoughts she brings a vibrant Candace across her face and with that said and the remindance of; ‘the mind, once expanded has a difficult time going back to it’s original form but goes forward opening up doors to the future." She begins to flirt the idea of beginning the quest to finding true love with someone special she can share it with.

Mommy.

Yes Kenda. What is it baby.

Is daddy here yet?

No baby girl, he’s not home yet. Disappointment signed on Nakole’s heart and words not wanting to say. Nakole knows this last straw will be the one that will make her lonely.

Falling to sleep with wonder of the new start. Nakole sets her mood into overdrive bringing forth sunlight to the once dark surface. Sleeping peacefully until the interrupting of the phone again. Nakole looks at the clock that reads three am and knows it’s only one and none other calling at this time of morning. Grabbing the phone off the nightstand. The dreaded tone told the caller this wouldn’t be a welcomed conversation. Hello, Nakole says pissed at the hour of time it is.

Baby I’m sorry! Before you start talking fly with your mouth and let them there words spit fire of hate at me hear me out.

Hearing the sincerity in Reese’s voice, but thinking it’s only in attempt to disfuse the earlier exchange of fuel between them. She listens, but only with half-heartedness.

Ma you mean the world to me and our seed is my life. Yesterday is gone and tomorrow ain’t promised. Today it’s me and you, our seed is our heart and chain that ties us together.

Reese listen!

Hold up ma let me finish. I love you and you know I do. Earlier I was going through some things and lost control. I’m sorry

"Are you done with the charades cause I’m through wit cha tired ass. You played the fool one to many, so it’s time for this ship to set sea. Oh one more thing Reese. Get your shit out my spot and turn in your key you’ve been evicted. Yesterday may be gone,