Lover **** Chapter Thirty-One

Had he not known I had just killed someone?

"I don't know what you've done, " He said. "I'm just here to help."

I analyzed my current situation, almost 4 hours from home, no money, no car, nothing but someone else's phone that had constantly rang. I showered and put on the pajama set he collectively had, I appreciated the good treatment but why was he so nice? Trenton had invited me into his humble home and was very persistent, he just kept on popping up.

I missed Twan and Ryella so much, I knew I had to get back to them, that was all I wanted at that point. After trying to convince Trenton the babies and I were fine and him not buying it, I started to plan my escape. I heard the thunder and knew I had to move quickly before it rained. I had completely broken down in the shower, I knew he had listened. I yet continued to bleed.

We sat in the large living room while he tried to convince me to go to the ER, he paced with his keys in his hand. I was hungry, I asked for more food to change the subject. He'd already given me 3 bags of Doritos and some sandwich cookies. I needed a pot of beans, he didn't understand I was starving. He agitated me. I told him I would pay him back for everything, just let me leave alone. He refused and spoke about an overnight bag for himself and calling in. I felt kidnapped, again. He began to speak about making it to where he had because he was genuine. I hadn't given a fuck. He had finally given me back the phone, the calls came in back to back. I scrolled through Lamont's text messages and found out some beneficial information.

Twan hadn't answered so I finally decided to text, still no reply. I knew I had fucked up but damn, we had a family. I just wanted him to forgive me and understand I felt Christy had deserved my loyalty,

"Why were u coincidentally on Barron Rd?" I asked between him bragging about his accomplishments. "I don't know, I guess I knew u needed help."

Bullshit, some shit just wasn't adding up. I wanted to know about Terrell's murder and why he had stalked me the way he had. He informed me he was a park ranger, I'd figured that out already from his badge. He said he saw Redd make Terrell get on his knees and shoot him in the head. He hadn't had intentions of saying anything until he saw on the news we had got arrested and knew I had nothing to do with it, I wasn't even there. He called police anonymously after I had been arrested and left a tip, he even called and told them who he was, they told him to come downtown so he went and gave his statement. They had told him if they needed him they would reach out to him, and they never had. He said he wasn't going to allow the jury to be persuaded into thinking I had anything to do with it, he knew I hadn't. He had even told the D.A. and the prosecutor but for some reason they were out to get me too. The case never got off the ground but he said he showed up to every court date and even waited for me to be released. He also said Redd had killed a few. What hadn't made sense was why had his body laid in the bushes for days if Trenton had seen him get shot? He was indeed a park ranger, wasn't that his job? I pried for more information.

He told me about his younger days and how his mother had basically disowned him, so he turned to the streets. He was a street nigga, but had a family. He soon got married but when the money ran out and he'd decided to leave the hustles alone, his wife left. She cheated and wanted a divorce. I could tell he still hurt behind it. He seemed so conservative, he had a button down and khaki pants swagger, and preferred loafers. He would also overeat, fat ass, his happiness was now food. He said he still smoked weed occasionally, and smoked Newport. He was very simple, too simple matter of factly. I wanted him to just take me somewhere, anywhere but there, but where? I could hear the windchimes on the porch, they danced aggressively in the high wind. The rain started to beat against the driveway and I began to lose hope in waiting for him to fall asleep. I knew I couldn't leave walking, unequivocally. The flash flood warnings came through the phones almost simultaneously. "See, I saved u," He said. He could kiss my ass. "Thank u," I said sarcastically. I just wanted my man and child. I was so sorry. "I'm ready to leave when u are," he told me reaching for his keys. "I don't want to get wet," I said.

After determining I was procrastinating he playfully said, "I wouldn't wanna leave here either, it's your home if u want it to be."

I became angered, he couldn't keep me there! He wasn't even my type.

"I HAVE A FAMILY!" I yelled.

"Oh, Antwan---yea, I forgot. How do u keep getting yourself involved with these---thugs? Is that what u are attracted to?"

What the fuck had he meant?

"Excuse me---"

"I mean a girl like u, deserves better, that's all. Why just live day to day?"

I was ready to go and didn't know how to respond, I had lived. Maybe not before Twan, but he had given me life and how the fuck did he know him. I asked him to elaborate, maybe he knew something I didn't.

"When u are a involved with a hitman u only live day to day just like they do, they never know when someone is coming to get even."

HITMAN? TWAN WAS A---HITMAN?

"U don't know what U are talking about, how do u know him?"

"Not important."

I didn't believe him and nothing he said could make me stop loving Twan, if he was a hitman then why hadn't he told me? I pried for info.

"He killed Romeo Davis' wife, right before he was killed in your apartment."

Romeo? The Goat? That couldn't have been accurate, Sabrina had led him to the apartment and knew he was still locked up, or did she? Had she even known about the mandatory 10 day jail stay? Who was Romeo had how had this nosey muthafucka knew the nigga was killed in our apartment?

"I can't allow u to be involved in what's about to happen, I can only try to protect u. He would kill me if he knew u were talking to me, I know him as a matter of fact I know his whole family. Have u met the twins? I know u have heard of them, they can't come back and got money on their heads."

Whoa. What about pops though, surely he knew. Keep going Trenton.

"After Chris and Tawanna got killed, Antwan started plotting trying to find out who did it."

Chris? Had he meant Mandel?

"Take it from me, its alot of niggas want Antwan erased, when I saw u in the park that night u thought u were running from danger, u actually ran into it."