A Philly Millionaire Snatched My Soul 2

Yona Pearson
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A PHILLY MILLIONAIRE
SNATCHED MY SOUL 2
YONA
A Philly Millionaire Snatched My Soul 2
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 CONTENTS

1. Ahniyah
2. Ahniyah
3. Brick
4. Shayla
5. Ahniyah
6. Brick
7. Dakari
8. Domunique
9. Rowdy
10. Ahniyah
11. Shayla
12. Brick
13. Ahniyah
14. Domunique
15. Shayla
16. Dakari
17. Rowdy
18. Brick
19. Ahniyah
20. Domunique
21. Shayla
22. Rowdy
23. Domunique
24. Brick
25. Ahniyah

Also by Yona
CHAPTER ONE
 AHNIYAH

B rick had asked me out on a date, and I was excited as hell to

go. For the first time, I was going out with him dressed and my
hair done. My makeup was styled to perfection and the small
dress that clung to my body was the perfect fit. Domunique sat in
the chair behind me curling my weave that she had installed. I
looked so beautiful and felt it too. Brick was taking me on a
helicopter ride, and I was excited because I had never been on one;
hell, I had never been on a plane. Afterwards we were going out to
eat. When he told me it was time for him to start treating me like
the queen I was, I was not expecting all of this.
When I stood up, I had to pull my dress down. I was excited that
my first date was going to be one to remember. Brick texted me he
was outside, and I slid my sandals on then almost ran out the front
door. When I opened the door, he was standing there with a bunch
of roses in his hand. I took them and handed them to Dom, who
was standing behind me.
"Thanks baby,” I said,” I said to him, and we walked over to his
car.
"You are good, I wanted to make sure I got you some roses. I
remember you said you never had any before. We have to get to the
place in an hour and it's a forty-minute drive, so let’s go so we don't
be late,” he said,” he said, pulling me towards the car. He opened my
door for me and I climbed in, the smell of weed and his cologne
greeting me.
 Brick got in the car and pulled off before making small talk with
me. Out of nowhere he began to tell me about his day, like I had
asked.
"My day was good. I made money and I’m still here with the
ones I care about so I cannot really complain. How was your day?
You need anything?" he replied.
"My day was another day. You know I’m good, you’re here wit’
me now," I mumbled before I pecked his lips twice. He sucked my
bottom lip into his mouth.
"You can't be doing shit like that. You’re trying to make me crash
or some shit? You know your ass be having me on brick." He
laughed, moving closer to the window.
"Stop it, I wanted to kiss you before we got in the car, but you
were rushing me," I laughed. The rest of the ride we were silent,
listening to the music and occasionally talking here and there. I liked
that with him we could be in complete silence, and it felt
comfortable. We did not have any problems, it was just us.
The moment the car came to a complete stop and he placed it in
park, I got out. We had to walk a little bit and I was glad I wore
sandals. When we made it to the helicopter, we signed a few waivers
and then were seated and strapped in. When the helicopter first
started, I had my eyes squeezed closed tightly. I was scared as hell
and felt like I was going to fall out each time the helicopter made a
turn.
"Look out there, baby, that shit is beautiful. I know you ain't
want to come up here to have your eyes closed." Brick’s voice came
over the headphones I had on.
Slowly opening my eyes, I looked out at the sight before me.
Everything looked so small underneath us. The water was dark, and
you could see the flashes of light on it. Pulling out my phone, I
snapped a few pictures of the view for Instagram before turning the
camera to us. We smiled for a few pictures before I put my phone
back up and just looked at the sight. Life up here in this moment
was everything I ever wanted. Peaceful, no complaints, no worries
about the struggles I knew I would face when this high was over.
Brick turned my head towards him and kissed me so deeply and
slow. The way our tongues moved against each other’s made me
feel like I was in love and like this man had snatched my heart in so
little time.
I was hooked on him and did not mind it. When we pulled apart,
I wiped my lipstick from his lips and caught my breath. This man
was everything and I only knew small parts of him. I knew there
was more to him, like an angry side and whatever else, but I did not
get that from him. I saw him happy and loving. He showed me the
soft side of him, the caring side. I did not care about anything else
but that. When the helicopter made a turn and headed back towards
the landing place, I was sad. Just when I started to like it, it was
over. As we made it back on the ground safely, we took our gear off
and thanked the guy, promising to be back.
"Did you enjoy the ride?" Brick asked me while holding my hand.
"Yeah, I wish it was longer though," I admitted.
"You had your eyes closed for the most part. Once you opened
them, we were already in the air for like five minutes. I fucked with
that shit too, even though I thought my ass was gone fall out the
side a few times. After dinner you want me to drop you back off or
you want to stay with me?"
"Stay with you," I quickly responded when I remembered that
Dakari was going to be at the house with Domunique.
"Cool, let's go." Brick opened the car door for me and then got in
himself. The drive to the restaurant was a short distance and I was
happy it was, because with all the weed we smoked I was starving.
When we made it to the restaurant we were quickly seated since
he made reservations. I had never been in a place so fancy. I did not
even know what half the foods were. Brick ordered us a bottle of
wine that we kept drinking and drinking. I was so tipsy off the wine
that I was ready to fuck him right there at the table. Since I did not
know what was good, Brick ordered for both of us. Our food came
and we ate it like we were starving, both eating off the other’s plate.
"You greedy as shit, ma. I’m fucked up too. You ready to go or
you want dessert?" he asked me.
"I'm ready to go. The food was good as hell but whatever that
shit is we were drinking was better. I'm fucked up too. I need to go
to the bathroom." I giggled as I got up and stumbled a little bit. I
was a light drinker and the dent we put in that wine bottle was
going to show.
I made my way to the bathroom while Brick stayed back and paid
the check. Once I made it to the stalls, I was doing the pee dance
while trying to lock the door. It seemed impossible to lock the door,
but I knew that was just because I had to pee really bad. Laughing
at myself, I held the door with one hand, pulled my panties down
with other, and squatted over the toilet. Finishing in the bathroom, I
wiped myself and then washed my hands. When I made it out Brick
was waiting by the door for me.
"You ready?” he asked, and I nodded.
We walked to the car, laughing at everything in sight. Just like he
always did, Brick opened my door for me and let me in the car
before he got in. I instantly began to roll some weed up so we could
smoke on the ride to his place. Making it to his house, we both
stumbled to his front door.
"We both fucked up, huh. I don't think I'm gone be able to fuck
you like I wanted to,” he said,” he said to me while pushing the door
open and letting me in. Taking my shoes off, I made my way up to
his bedroom and plopped on the bed like I was not about to hear his
mouth for having clothes on.
"Baby, you thirsty or you about to get your ass up?" he yelled to
me. I bit my bottom lip and nodded my head. For some odd reason,
everything he said or did got my panties moister.
"Come here," Brick called out to me. I sat the remote down and
got up.
"No clothes on my bed, baby, that's a rule. I don't like clothes in
my bed, okay."
"Whatever you say, Messiah." Standing up, I stepped out of my
dress and pulled my lace panties from between my butt cheeks then
slowly climbed in his bed since I knew he was watching me.
"Damn," he mumbled.
"What was that you said?" I acted as if I didn't hear him. I also
wanted to see if he would repeat himself.
 "I said, damn, that ass fat under them pants and those titties
sitting up right. I’m not gone lie, you got my dick hard. And I'm
ready to eat everything on display," he admitted.
"I mean, how hard is it?" I questioned, placing my finger in my
mouth and biting lightly on it.
"Come find out." He stood up in front of the bed. I crawled over
to him, then looked up at him while I proceeded to release him from
his boxers.
He let a low groan leave his lips before pushing me back. I swore
I was about to give him some head, but I guess not. I laid on my
back on the bed, watching him as he slid off his boxers the rest of
the way. I eased my panties off and let my hand roam down to my
clit. I began to rub it in slow circles while biting my bottom lip.
Messiah stood there staring at me. Letting my hand go back and
forth, I let moans leave my lips. I guess he could not take it no more
because he climbed on the bed on his knees, in between my legs.
He spread my legs apart using his legs and then picked my legs up,
wrapping them around his waist. Messiah’s hands went to my waist,
and he lifted me in the air.
"Let your body tilt back and relax, baby," he coached. I did as he
said, and he entered me. I placed my hands on the bed to keep
steady because I felt like I would fall. It looked like I was in a half
bridge, and he was holding me up in the air. He stroked me with
deep long strokes that he made sure I felt. This man had a way of
snatching my soul each time he touched me. I was in pure bliss the
way he crashed into my body.
"That shit gushy, you dangerous girl," he groaned. You could
hear the smacking sound from me being so wet, along with our skin
slapping. "You gone keep playing with that shit? Don't let up, keep
going,” he told me. I placed my fingers back and rubbed myself
while he pumped in and out of me.
"Yes, ohh god, yes," I screamed as my body shook in his hands.
He began to thrust harder and harder.
"That's right, cum on this big dick, Ahniyah," he told me. As I
came, my body jerked as fluids gushed from me. My arms got weak
so I let the top of my body go, causing my top half to fall flat on the
bed while he held the rest of me up.
The way he was sexing me was like he was trying to ignite a
spark, that crazy spark. The one that would have me searching high
and low for him.
CHAPTER TWO
 AHNIYAH

L eaning against the wall, I admired Brick as he did pushups in

the middle of his living room with no shirt on, sweat dripping
from his body. He was doing them so fast and was so focused
he never looked up at me. I wanted to say something but did not
want to stop the view. The sight of his strong back and arms was
amazing.
"Good morning, baby, you just gone stand there and watch me
or you gone get your man breakfast ready?” he asked me.
"I can do both, what you got a taste for?" I asked him, sitting on
the arm of the couch.
"Something quick and light,” he replied.
Standing up, I walked into his kitchen and pulled out the bacon
and eggs to make him a breakfast wrap. I also made him a small
fruit salad and placed a bottle of orange Gatorade next to
everything. I realized fast he was not much of a soda drinker. While
he finished his work out, I cleaned up the dishes before using his
laptop to pull up my emails. I had a few interviews this week at
different nursing homes, and I was excited about being able to have
an income. The first job interview did not work out because I didn’t
have enough experience, but I had faith one of these would. I was
much more determined to get a job than I was before and knew that
was what I was missing. I had no push or drive to get a job but the
more my account went up and down and I had to sit outside and sell
drinks, the more getting a nine to five crossed my mind.
 "What are you doing?" Brick asked me as he walked in the
kitchen and kissed my cheek.
"Trying to find a job,” I replied, looking at him wash his hands
before grabbing his plate.
"You got one already, making me dinner and breakfast whenever
I want and fucking me good. You can have whatever you want. You
keep talking this find a place to stay shit when you know you can
stay here and if you do not want to, I offered plenty of times to help
you. I told you the world is yours, baby, just tell me how you want
me to give it to you." He smirked before taking a big bite out of the
wrap.
"You asked me did I find a place yet and I said I looked at a few.
You don’t get it though, if something goes wrong with us that’s some
shit you can take back from me, and I ain’t trying to get into all that.
I want to work for everything I have and I want you spoiling me as a
plus. Then I want to spoil my man back,” I told,” I told him.
"You do spoil me. You been giving me everything I need and
been feeding a nigga so good I think I’m gaining happy weight.
Well, that is what my mom said anyway, and then Rowdy told her
about how you be in here throwing down, so she wants to meet you
too. So, whenever you ready to do that. I barely see her and when I
do, she acts like the world is about to end so if I come by there soon
with you, she gone be so happy. Only thing that lady gone be
wanting is a grandbaby, and we all are ducking that until we are
settled."
"Set it up and we can go. She ain’t gone get that from me
though. Right now I have to get my life in order before I pop
something out of me. I’m not against having kids while you are
struggling but I am against them not being able to have a better life
than their parents did, and how I’m gone give my child anything
when I don’t have?"
"’Cause your man is paid and ain’t stressing shit. We gone cross
that line when we get there. Right now, let us continue to enjoy
each other. You need clothes for them interviews so I got you. Take
one of my cars but not the black Impala. Everybody knows that’s me
and the windows are too tinted. I do not want nothing to happen, or
no one mistaking you for me. I got a blue Benz I ain’t pushed yet
that you can drive. Don’t crash my shit," he spoke like I knew how to
drive.
"Baby, I can’t drive, that car would be a part of the garage door.
I can Uber to the mall and you can just give me like a hundred
dollars. I do not need multiple interview outfits. One or two with
some shoes and a cute little bag should be fine.”
Brick looked at me with a slight frown. "How you plan on getting
all that with a hundred dollars? I would go with you, but I have
some shit to handle. I am gone have my sister meet you at the mall.
I am giving you ten thousand, that’s all the cash I have on me right
now, and I expect you to spend every dime and make that shit look
good. Or do you want my card and you can just get whatever?” he
asked me.
"Whichever one is cheaper since you won’t let me great. Ten
bands is a lot of money, and I don’t really need all that. You know
what you can do with ten thousand dollars? Hell, I never even
touched that much money at once," I admitted. Brick shook his head
and laughed at me. When he finished eating, I cleaned up his mess
and we walked up the steps.
"Here, now you have touched ten bands at once. I am going to
take a shower, you want to join me?" he asked.
“No baby, I’m good. I took a shower before I came downstairs."
"What I tell you about showering without me?" he joked, but I
knew his ass was serious. Since I had been staying over, each time
one of us showered, we showered together. This morning I knew he
was working out, so I just showered by myself.
While he was in the shower, I laid on the bed thinking of all the
things I could buy. There was so much I could do with ten thousand
dollars, yet I did not plan on spending it all. I was going to get what
I needed and give the rest back. I had never been on a shopping
spree and the man of my dreams was sending me on one just
because I had gotten job interviews. I could only imagine what he
would try to do when I actually got the job. I wanted to call
Domunique and tell her about this shit because it was all so
unbelievable to me. Grabbing my phone, I began to take pictures
flexing with the money so I could send them to her. I also had to
buy my girl something to show her my appreciation for what she had
done for me. She took me in when I did not have anywhere else to
go. I sent her the pictures before taking a few sexy ones that I
would send to Brick when we were not together. I tried to do little
spontaneous shit like that for him because he loved when I sent him
pictures of me. He even had a picture of me from the helicopter on
his lock screen that I did not know he took. That man was so good
to me that I did not want to do anything to mess it up.
My phone began to ring and an unknown number came across
my screen. I answered it on the second ring.
"Hello, Ahniyah, baby this Ms. Rhonda. I been trying to contact
you for the last two days. Your mom was rushed to the hospital the
other day and I was trying to make sure she was okay. I had seen
her come back and your sister been over with her little friends. I
asked her hot ass what was going on, but she just acted as if she
didn’t know what was going on," Ms. Rhonda spoke into the phone.
"You said my mom is where? How the fuck did that happen? Let
me call you back and thank you so much for calling me. I’ll update
you as soon as I can," I replied, sitting up on the bed.
"Alright, I got your number from crack head Kevin. He said he
had it from Basil or something. You take care, baby, and don’t forget
to call."
I hung up on her and quickly called the closest hospital, making
sure she was there. When they confirmed, I ordered an Uber and
ran out the door. I sent Brick a text telling him where I was going so
he would not be worried.
Hurt filled my heart as I rode in the back of the Uber on my way
to the hospital. I could not believe that my mom was admitted in the
hospital. I walked all the way to Mercy only to find out that she had
gotten an infection on her ass, just like I knew she would. Meghan
did not give two fucks about her, and it showed in this very moment.
"I'm trying so hard to understand how we got to this point, Ma. I
told you that I had you if you needed me to come back. I called you
every day and you ignored me, knowing you were in pain with no
help." I talked to my mom as she laid on the bed.
 The infection in her ass had spread so bad that in was in her
bloodstream. She now had sepsis and was admitted into the
hospital. There was nothing I could do to help her, and for some
reason my heart would not allow me to just leave her sitting in this
hospital. Meghan was dead wrong for how she had my mother in
here looking. She had difficulty swallowing and she was running a
fever of one hundred five that would not break. I was scared my
mother was going to die and we would never be able to mend the
broken relationship we had for no reason. I sat there and waited for
the doctor to come and explain further to me what was going on.
"Excuse me, are you Ahniyah Moore?" a police officer walked in
and asked me.
Looking at him confused, I answered his question. "Yes, I’m
Ahniyah, is everything alright?" I asked.
"Ma’am, please stand up and place your hands behind your back.
You are under arrest for the neglect and abuse of Michelle Moore, as
well as patient abandonment. You have the right to an…" he started,
and my mind went blink. With each step he took towards me I took
a step back.
“You have to be confused. I have not worked for my mother in
weeks, how could I be responsible for this? I have not seen her.
Someone called me and informed me she was here. How can you
just up and decide I need to be in jail for some shit I didn’t do?
Please do not touch me, sir. You have mistaken me for someone
else. She put me out, I didn’t neglect her,” I replied to them, still
crying.
"Miss, a Meghan called and informed us you were her worker.
Your mother also confirmed this the day she came in. She had been
here for three days now and today was one of her really bad days.
She was in so much pain we had to sedate her," the doctor spoke.
A few more officers came and assisted the lady police officer in
cuffing me. I wanted to fight it but knew that I would only make
things worse for myself. I could prove that I had not lived with her, I
just had to get in front of the judge to do so.
I had never been arrested a day in my life and I had not even
committed a crime. I was her caretaker, but she had fired me and
had gotten my checks, and all stopped. Tears fell down my face as
he led me outside to the police car. Everyone was staring at me
while I held my head down and cried silent tears. God was testing
me in a way that I wasn’t sure I could handle.
CHAPTER THREE
 BRICK

I pulled up to Big Turk’s house ready to see what all this stuff was
about. Dakari and I had not been able to cross paths and I was
not sure why. I had made sure to go by every place he was
known to hang, and I was sure he was doing the same thing for me.
I had all the information on him except the house he stayed at the
most. I knew it was not in his name, and each name of his family
members we searched the shit came up for addresses I had already
known about. I was running out of options, and with Rowdy out of
the hospital I felt like I had all the coverage I needed when it came
down to wiping his team out. Rowdy was publicized up because for
once in his life, somebody was going to be able to say they did
something to him and he ain’t do nothing back. Big Turk lived in the
middle of the suburbs but with no security. He must have thought
because he lived two hours outside of Philly that nobody would take
the drive to come pay him a visit unless it was about money. His ass
was dead wrong.
I was doing a little over the speed limit on the highway to his
house, careful not to get pulled over with the number of guns I had
in the car. He was getting a lot of money but not enough that greed
was not taking over him. Basil’s ass was tucked away with him
somewhere, and he was going to be another body added to my list.
I had a lot of questions and once they were answered, everybody
was dying. My team was going to be the last one standing and I was
going to make sure of that. Not wasting time, I pulled into a parking
spot and jumped out the car. The furniture van I rented looked as if
we were bringing them something, the whole time, we were getting
guns out the back.
Kicking in the back door, we ran in guns aimed. I heard Basil
whispering to someone and figured I would listen before doing
anything to him. I could hear him telling someone to go to the
apartments his father had for them in Philly. Calling the person I had
sitting up the street, I told him to follow the car that came out and
let me know where they went. Deciding to take Basil and Big Turk’s
fat ass with us, I directed Rowdy to knock they asses out. We
carefully got them into the back of the truck and pulled off. Heading
back to Philly, I was not even caring about the questions anymore.
Once we made it back to the chop shop I had them place Basil
and Turk on a table and tie them up. Not wanting to waste no time,
I grabbed the sliding compound saw and sat it on the table.
Grabbing the plastic covers they used to not get grease on their
clothes, I placed two of them over my head. Grabbing the towel, I
turned the saw on and walked over to a squirming Basil then sliced
his head off in seconds. "Had to cut the head off the snake. Rowdy,
handle Big Turk and find out whatever you can from him. I got some
other shit to handle.” Pulling the stuff off, I walked out and headed
to the location that was sent to my phone.
SHAYLA...
Boom, Boom, Boom
The sound of banging on the front door woke me from my sleep.
I could hear feet shuffling outside of my bedroom door and knew
that the time my father prepared me for all these years had finally
come. Jumping up, I ran over to the window and looked out. My
room was in the basement and the car my father had gotten me
about two years ago was parked right out front.
"Shy, go. Hurry up, do not look back and do not stop. There is an
apartment complex in Philly, the address is inside of the car. They
know me but don’t know nothing about you, so do not ever bring
me up. Act as if you don’t know me, our father, or mother. Do not
tell people where you are from. Go there, leave your phone. I love
you," said my brother Basil, who was also my cousin, our mothers
were sisters. We shared the same father who we lied and said was
our grandpop since he was older. I rushed inside of my room and
picked up my baby. My hands shook uncontrollably as I stuffed baby
bottles and cans of milk inside of a duffel bag. As the banging got
louder, I ran over to the window and climbed out. Once I was out,
he handed my son to me.
"Go," he whispered harshly just as the sound of the front door
crashing down was heard.
With tears in my eyes, I climbed in my car, started it, and pulled
off as fast as I could. I knew this moment would change my life
forever and I was hoping it would be for the better. Something was
telling me that the place they were sending me was full of secrets,
ones that had nothing to do with me, that would bite me in the ass.
"Here's the keys," the manager of the apartment spoke, breaking
me from my thoughts of what happened four days ago. It had taken
me that long to drive from Hampstead, Maryland to Philadelphia.
"Thank you." Forcing a smile on my face, I took the keys from
her hand.
We were inside of my new place, and it was completely empty.
All I had was my baby and myself. Laying down on the floor with my
baby on my chest, I wondered if my father and brother were okay.
My dad was into some sort of trouble that he knew would catch up
to him. I could recall him getting a phone call that changed him a
few months ago. He was mad a few of his workers had been
working together without him knowing and he hated it. While he
wanted everyone to be divided and fall on him, it did not work like
that. Instead of him being the fun and loving dad he always was, he
became strict. I went from being able to play outside with my friends
to having to stay in the house and only play in the backyard with my
brother. My dad took me out of school and made me do home
schooling. He did not understand how much his decisions really did
damage to me.
The older I got the more I looked on social media and hated my
old friends. Granted, I had more than the normal kid; however, the
ounce of freedom they had was something I craved. The most I did
was go food shopping, and even that was on a time limit and a set
store. My dad was a hoe once upon a time and he slept with females
that worked just about everywhere, so I was a frequent visitor at the
Walmart, and it was really the only place I could shop. If I did not
get everything I needed and back home within two hours, my dad
would come searching for me.
Not having any freedom did something to me. It made me not
only fall for anything but be naive to shit that most people would
not. At the age of twenty I was still a virgin, and still on lock down.
My brother had all the freedom in the world. My father also let him
move to Philly and create an even bigger mess. I knew it was only
because he was a natural born hustler and had a very small but
strong team behind him. My dad felt like they were protection, so
they were always allowed in our house if they were not traveling
with my brother. They did a decent job at not telling anybody about
me and even better job at hanging around me. Which was exactly
how I ended up pregnant. This man had a whole girlfriend that he
lived with and loved, however, he spent a lot of time at my house
and showed me attention. Kareem was ugly as hell, and I thanked
God daily my son looked like me, and I prayed he did not grow to
look like that man.
Kareem was light skin, tall, skinny, and could not read worth a
damn. In fact, out of all my brother’s friends, he was the ugliest. He
was the one where he had to buy bitches, and even that sometimes
did not work. Kareem would always ask me to braid his hair, which
was really short, and I figured he should have just given up on it
growing because it never did make it past the nape of his neck. One
day I was doing his hair and he licked my thigh. As a virgin that lick
had me leaking and even though I did not find him attractive, he still
knew what to do with his mouth. Kareem licked me through my
shorts before he slid them to the side and did what he did. When he
came up for air I could not even protest because in one quick
motion he was shoving his monster inside of me. It hurt like hell too,
however, that one time turned into a few times, which led to me
being pregnant.
My son Chance was my life, and I would do anything in the world
for him. When he was born, I was hurt that Kareem immediately
signed over his rights and stopped coming around. However, I knew
what it was from the beginning.
"Baby, no matter how this move goes, I'm gone make life for you
easy. We may have to struggle but it won't be forever," I promised
my son, and it was indeed a promise I was going to keep. Pulling a
baby blanket from out the small bag I had gotten from out of my
car, I laid it on the floor before laying him on top of it. Going inside
the baby bag and pulling out the envelope I had, I counted the
money my dad had placed in it. The stacks of twenties made me
smile as I remembered he had placed twenty thousand dollars in it.
As I counted it my smile quickly dropped when I realized it was only
nine thousand in there. I cursed myself for showing Kareem where
my dad hid the money and all the other plans. I never told him
where I would have to go because nobody ever told me until that
night, and I am guessing now that was a good thing.
Wrapping my son's blanket around him, I scooped him up and
walked outside into the night air. My car was parked down the block.
Looking around before turning to lock my door, my nerves were
going wild. Even though I was not anywhere near Vegas, I didn't
know if the guys or whoever was looking for my dad had tracked me
down or followed me. Pulling my hood over my head, I began the
walk to my car.
"Aye, you new round here. What’s up with you, ma?" a guy called
out, making me quicken my pace.
Being here was nothing like how it was in Maryland. Where I
lived nobody would be outside like this and if they were, they were
in their own backyard and you barely heard them. Here, everyone
was scattered around like roaches. I was scared to even touch my
door handle in fear of catching something. Roaches ran wild on the
steps and the guys were all hanging outside shooting dice or with a
girl on their lap. I walked past a few old people who were sitting on
their porch smoking cigarettes and playing music.
"Fuck you then bitch, you probably ugly anyway. It's ninety
degrees out here and you got a hoodie on." The same voice could
be heard. I continued to ignore him. Once I made it to my car, I hit
the locks just as screeching tires could be heard.
 I watched slowly as a car flew past me before slowing down. The
gun that came out the window stopped me in my tracks, and the
gunshots began. To me it sounded like fireworks, and as much as I
wanted to move, I could not. It was broad daylight, and these
people were shooting like they did not have a fear in the world.
What scared me the most was none of the guys ran off.
"Girl, get the hell down, you crazy?" A girl pulled my arm, careful
enough not to make me drop my baby but hard enough for me to
follow her down.
"You got a death wish or something for you and your baby?" She
shot question after question, meanwhile my heart was still racing.
"Oh my god, is this stuff normal, roaches, people hanging out
and blasting music, shooting?" was the first thing to come out of my
mouth.
The girl looked at me and frowned her face up before sucking
her teeth. The gunfire had stopped, and she looked around. Once
she was sure the coast was clear she stood up and dusted her pants
off.
"It's very normal and if you gone live around here you got to get
used to shit like this, ole uppity ass." She stormed off.
Standing up, I checked my baby making sure he was okay. When
I was sure he was I let out a breath I did not know I was holding.
The Philly I had seen on papers and heard about was nothing that I
saw. While they showed tall buildings and an area that looked to be
well put together, I saw none of that. Instead, the streets were filled
with potholes, kids running around, trash was everywhere, and the
worst part was how people were sitting around just doing drugs like
they didn't have a care in the world.
"Daddy, where the hell did you send me?" I said aloud to no one
in particular.
"To Hell," a tall man with dreads told me. I looked at him as he
pushed me back gently and stepped in the house with me, closing
the door. He placed his fingers over his lips for me not to scream.
You would think someone would intervene knowing the police
officers should have been outside since the shooting had just taken
place.
 "Your daddy wasn’t as smart as he portrayed," the man said,
pulling a gun from his waistline.
"Hell, neither was either of us." I heard another voice come from
the other side of the room. The man behind me pointed his gun at
the other guy, who had his gun aimed in our direction.
"Something told me you would be here, Brick." The guy laughed.
"Likewise, Dakari, only one person making it out of here alive."
The guy laughed and I closed my eyes and dropped to the floor
when gunfire rang out.
CHAPTER FOUR
 SHAYLA

T ucking my baby as best as I could, I fell on the ground,

shielding him with my body while making sure not to allow my
weight to be on him so I wouldn't hurt him. As the two shots
rang out, I wanted to scream but nothing came out of my mouth. I
wanted it to end so badly and the sounds from my baby crying made
it even worse. I felt helpless in the moment and only wanted them
to leave. I swore the cops would be here but as the minutes passed
by, no one seemed to have come and I didn't get why. This
neighborhood was proving to be the exact opposite of what I was
used to. Gunshots here were normal, whereas where I lived you
barely heard the kids playing outside.
"Man, you’re doing all this when you could have just come to see
me. I don't owe you shit. I gave Jerry and them that money and it
was all there. We were supposed to be better than that and if you
felt like I was on some funny shit, you could have came and talked
to me," one of the guys spoke.
This man was dark and lovely, and the other one was fine too.
How they could just shoot at each other and then bust out in a
whole conversation had me scared to even move. Sitting up, I held
my baby close to me and scooted all the way back to the side of the
fridge while the two stared each other down in silence. I got as far
behind the fridge as I could. My only hope was they continued to
talk and left me alone. Why they came for me or in my place was
something I was sure I wasn't going to get the answer to and really
didn't want to.
"Talk to you for what? You shouldn't have trusted them niggas
you sent with my bread, bro. I got mouths to feed and you fucking
playing with them. That's your team, your people, it's on you when
they fuck up," the other one yelled back in frustration.
The sound of sirens had them both looking toward the door, and
I was happy that now they would have no choice but to leave. I
wanted to haul ass to the door and flag the cops down to get them
crazy bastards but decided to keep my ass tucked away. I watched
as they both retreated to the back room while I sat still, clutching
my baby to my chest. The pounding on my door made me jump.
Shit, I heard enough banging noises to last me a lifetime. Slowly
getting up, and laying my baby back in his car seat, I proceeded to
walk to the door. Thinking quick, I grabbed the hammer and opened
the front door slightly.
"Is everything alright, ma'am?" the police officer asked me.
"Yes, I umm, was just trying to hang up my TV and the damn
thing keeps falling down. Am I disturbing anyone?" I asked with the
voice I often used at school or at work.
"The neighbors reported what sounded like gunshots coming
from here," the cop said with a concerned look on his face.
"No, it's just me and my son here. Plus those kids been out there
with those fireworks all day,” I said just as the little kids let off some
fireworks, helping my story out.
"Okay. Ma'am, you sure that's all it is?" the cops said as they
continued to stare at me.
"Yes. I'll leave the TV alone and hire some professionals to come
and do it,” I said.
"Okay, enjoy your night."
Hearing my son cry, I quickly closed the door and went to pick
him up. A few seconds later the guys emerged from the back room
looking at me. Stepping back, I went to dip back under the counter,
causing them to share a laugh.
"Aye, I ain't doing shit with the cops right outside your door. I'll
have somebody come fix that hole in your wall, on my behalf. I'm
gone see you and we gone have to work something out. I'm not just
taking that loss though, we both gone have to chalk something," the
one guy spoke as he went to the back window and climbed out.
The other guy stood leaning against the wall. My head was
pounding and I was hoping his ass took the same exit route as the
other guy and never looked back. The more he stood there the more
I grew impatient and scared at the same time. I wasn't sure if he
was waiting to kill me or waiting for the cops to leave. This man still
had his gun in his hand, clenching it with a demonic look on his face.
The way he was chewing his bottom lip was sexy as hell but any
man who came to kill a female, I wanted nothing to do with. The
house was silent as hell. I knew if a mouse ran out, we would hear
it.
His phone rang and a smile spread across his face, making him
look way finer than what he was.
"Yeah babe, I'll be there soon. Have that shit I like to eat ready
for me." He smiled.
"What the fuck is going on?" I finally found my voice and quickly
wished I didn't.
I couldn't make out what the girl on the phone was saying, but I
knew she was mad by the way he pulled the phone from his ear and
looked at me with a death glare. Hell, if looks could kill I'm sure I
would have dropped dead the moment I opened my mouth.
"Baby, I'm gone explain to yo’ ass when I get home, and you
better be there. If I got to come looking for you, I'm gone come
back and kill this bitch and we gone raise her son like we his
parents," he snarled, causing me to hold my son closer to me.
This man slid his phone back into his pocket and took two too
many steps towards me. Backing up, I ran into the fridge that once
was protecting me from this crazy person and the crazy one who
left.
"Bitch, let me tell you something, if you fucked anything up with
my wife, I'm gone violate you. A few months back I had a rule
where females and kids would never be harmed by me. That shit
changed quickly when I felt like threats were coming to my family.
Your brother and dad some fucked-up individuals. They sent you
straight to the hood they caused a lot of shit at. That's why they
somewhere either floating with the fishes or ashes. Yo’ daddy sent
yo’ ass to die, you and your baby. Now I was trying to wait it out
until I knew wasn't no more police outside and I could ease out of
this empty ass place. When you heard me on the phone you should
have remained quiet like you been doing this whole time. Please
don't fuck with me, I'm trying to give you a free pass,” he told me.
"I'm sorry, my life and my baby’s was almost taken by you and
that other crazy person. I feel like I have the right to know why.”
“Girl, just shut the fuck up. Sometimes you need to just be happy
you beat death out the kindness of two wild niggas’ hearts. I'm
about to get the fuck up out of here, I'm sure somebody will be
watching you. Pay attention to your surroundings and keep that
baby safe,” he said before he climbed out the same window the
other one climbed out of.
As soon as he was out, I ran over and locked the window,
making sure to put the child-proof locks on. Him saying my brother
and father sent me to the same place they caused messed at didn't
go unnoticed. Not caring about my dad saying not to contact them, I
dialed both their numbers and each time I got no answer. Opening
up the camera app for the house, I saw that the cameras were all
off, and the last part you could see was cars pulling into the
driveway and me pulling out with a car following close behind me.
"Why would y'all do this to me?" I screamed, causing my baby to
cry.
Sitting down on the floor, I rocked him with one hand and made
a bottle with the other. I was going to have to make things work the
best way I could for us. Since we didn't have anywhere else to go
and at the moment, I couldn't afford shit else, I was going to give
my son the best life I could give him. While feeding my son I went
and clicked on my Only Fans page. I hadn't posted on it in a while. I
still had a nice number of subscribers and was about to give them
the show of their life. I was sure I could find some people to have
sex with for a few hundred. Watching my friends do it, I knew it
would be easy. I would have to do it only when my son was sleep, in
the middle of the night or early in the morning. I remember one of
my girls saying only mess with married men as they do not want
their wives to find out and they also have to have a good job. I
watched my girls be dead broke in the morning and up a thousand
dollars by that night.
I needed at least twenty thousand dollars in a few months, and
so a little two hundred wasn't going to cut it. Once my son was
sleep, I wiped all the counters and stuff down. I googled a few
furniture places and also a Walmart that was nearby. I couldn't keep
sitting on the floor and stuff like that. I was going to make it work
the best way I could.
Strapping Chance in his car seat, I opened my door and peeked
my head outside. When I saw the cop car sitting on the corner, I let
out a breath and walked to my car. Placing him in the car and
making sure he was secured, I got in the front seat and drove to the
furniture store on Woodland Ave. After parking and looking at all the
people, I sighed. I hadn't seen a place here yet with a few people
walking around. Everywhere I went there was what seemed like
hundreds of people just hanging around doing nothing.
Walking inside the store, I looked around at the price tags on the
stuff. I quickly grabbed the price tag for the black glass table set
with four chairs that would set me back three hundred dollars.
Looking at the bedroom set pictures on the wall, I quickly went with
the five-piece bedroom set. I was going to use one dresser in my
room and the taller one in my son’s room.
"Would you like this delivered?" the man asked.
"Yes,” I said, giving him my address.
"Okay, my drivers will call you before they come. It will be
around 6 p.m. Your total is one thousand and two dollars,” he said,
and I quickly handed him the cash, walked out the store, and
headed to Walmart.
I knew I was going to at least spend two thousand more dollars
in there. My first stop was the baby section. I had two carts that I
needed to fill up. I grabbed my son a lot of sleepers and t-shirts, a
lot of socks, and two cases of diapers and wipes. I got him a pack
and play and bouncy chair, blankets, and everything else I thought
that would make his room cute and feel like home. I then made my
way to the bathroom stuff and got everything I would need for my
bathroom. Pulling the two carts to the front, I found somebody with
a manager tag on their shirt.
“Excuse me, can I leave these two carts here? I need to go get
two more. I just moved here and have to replace everything. I just
don’t want my stuff to be taken.”
“Go ahead.” The lady smiled at me. I quickly put my son’s car
seat on the top of another cart and went in for my kitchen and
bedroom stuff and two TVs for the house. I grabbed me a few pair
of panties and pajamas for now. After racking up on everything I
was down to almost five thousand dollars. My home was about to
come together and I was excited as hell. We wouldn’t have to spend
another minute on the floor in an empty house.
CHAPTER FIVE
 AHNIYAH

W alking into the room, I was thinking to myself like there was
no way this could stick to me. This lady had fired me and I
had not received my checks on my card like usual. The
officers stood outside of this room while I looked at the TV screen in
front of me. How they were saying I neglected my mom or anything
was beyond me. Walking all the way to the wall, I leaned on it and
waited for what seemed like forever. My mind instantly went to Brick.
I wondered if he was thinking about me like I was thinking about
him. I had only been inside for not even a full seventy-two hours
before they allowed me to see a judge. Based off of what I heard
other people say, I knew they were going to let me go because I had
no prior convictions or anything. The girls that were in the cell with
me were all saying since this was my first case the judge more than
likely was going to take it easy on me.
“Ahniyah Moore, it is my understanding that you have been
receiving pay in the care of
Michelle, who is your mother, whom is currently in the hospital
fighting infections due to you not taking care of her. Now usually, I
cut first time offenders some slack. However, in this situation, I
won’t do that. You accepted government payment knowing that you
were not doing your job. Not only that, you left a person in need to
fend for themselves,” the judge went on. I didn’t pay attention to
anything he said after that because I knew now there was no way I
was coming home anytime soon like I thought I was going to be. My
heart shattered in a million pieces when the officers came in the
room and placed the cuffs on my hands. When they put me on the
wall next to a girl who was crying her eyes out, reality hit me and it
hit hard. I hoped like hell I didn’t have to stay in this dark place with
only the few pieces of tissue they gave you.
We stood there for what felt like forever before the people on the
opposite wall were taken one way. By the smiles on all of their faces
you could tell they were going home. Each female that stood on the
wall with me wore different looks on their face. I was sure mine
resembled that of a resting bitch face because I had cried enough
already. The cop walked over with a smile on his face as he laughed
and joked with the other cops. What they were smiling for was
beyond me. To me there was nothing to smile about. I wasn’t going
home to my man or my best friend, which was the only person
besides him that cared about me. I was about to go into a system
that I knew I wasn’t prepared for and wanted nothing to do with. I
was never one of those people who thought they would be okay in
jail. This was a place I prided myself on staying away from. Now that
this was a part of my life, I was going to go in with the same
mentality that kept me afloat on the streets. I wasn’t afraid to fight
anyone. However, my ass wasn’t going to go looking for trouble
either. Being stabbed up or killed while serving time was not
something I was looking forward to and was going to do my best to
avoid.
“You have one phone call before we transport you to State Road.”
The officer stopped me next to a phone in the dimly lit hallway.
Looking over at the cells filled with girls who had their heads
down, I dialed the only number I knew besides my own.
“Bitch, I know your little pretty ass ain’t in nobody damn jail.
Why the hell you calling me collect?” Dom answered.
“Man, Michelle and her daughter lied on me. I’m in jail for some
shit I didn’t do. Well I ain’t reach the jail part yet, I’m on Race
Street. They about to take me up State Road, they said. Call Messiah
and see if it’s anything he can do. I don’t know his number by heart
but I’m sure you can get it. Just tell him I’m sorry and not to come
up there and see me. I need time to process this shit. I love you, I
got to go.” I hung up because the guard was signaling for me to
wrap it up.
Standing back against the wall, I watched and waited as every
girl in the line with me got a call and came back. Some smiled,
alerting us they had someone to post their bail, while others broke
back down in tears.
“Alright, let’s go, ladies, follow me,” the lady cop yelled, walking
ahead of us. In one single-file line we followed behind her where we
were piled up in a van and locked in.
The feeling of being chained up didn’t sit too well with me. The
noises they made when we hit a bump fucked with my head. I was
hoping like hell Dom got in contact with Brick because I knew he
would send help for me. I knew he would do his best to get me out
of this place I never even belonged in, in the first place. As the ride
time seemed to grow longer, the more uncomfortable the hard seats
got. I didn’t know if I should have been happy, mad, or sad. I felt all
emotions at once. Happy that God showed me the people I cared
the most about and wanted to remain family with would do me like
this and try to destroy me. Mad that I knew it was over for any kind
of nursing or good jobs I wanted to get. Sad that I would have to sit
in jail and lose more time trying to build a brand that I was going to
need now more than ever.
When we pulled up to the building surrounded by gates that I
rode past so many times, I inhaled a deep breath and slowly let it
out. The stories I heard about being behind bars quickly rushed to
the front of my brain and became all I could think about. Hearing
the bus doors open, I slowly got up and followed the line until we
were let inside the building. Once I was called inside a room and
stripped of my clothes, my body start to tremble out of fear of what
was going to come.
“Squat and cough,” the female guard told me.
Squatting down a little bit, I forced myself to cough. When they
were done examining me, I was handed an orange jumpsuit to put
on. I watched them place all of my things inside of a bag while I
stepped into my panties and then pulled the oversized jumpsuit on.
 “You have to take that weave out as well. This is home for you
right now, so get comfortable,” the same guard who just made me
squat and cough said.
Once she placed the scissors in my hand, they watched me like a
hawk until all of my weave was out and I was left in my braids that
resembled what they called the “Meek Mill” braids. In the moment, I
knew I looked a hot ass mess. My leave out was hanging while the
rest of my braids were frizzy. They gave me all types of tests and
made me pee in a cup to see if I was pregnant. The more they
made me do in front of them the more uncomfortable, disgusted,
and violated I felt.
"Let's get you into a cell," the female cop that was quiet the
whole time said. I almost smiled and ran to the door. Having that
part over with was music to my ears.
Walking out of the room, I was led to a cell and placed inside.
Hearing the door slam behind me let me know just how real shit had
gotten. Sitting on the bed, my legs shook out of fear. I was scared
shitless as to what was to come and the whole time, I thought I was
going to be okay. Soon as that door closed my eyes watered. I had
to get the hell up out of this place fast. Brick was going to go crazy
when he found out where I was and all I could think about was him
getting me up out of there. In the back of my mind I knew there
was a small chance he wouldn't be able to. My man was the shit,
though, and as long as he tried his best to get me up out of here, I
was gone love him more.
"Yo, what's your name and how you get up in here? You too cute
to be in jail. Well, I mean, you ain't really too cute, but you sexy as
fuck. I'll protect you up in this bitch if you let me lick that cat when I
want," I heard, causing me to damn near jump out my skin.
When I walked in the cell I didn't see anybody, now here I was
hearing voices. It was way too early for my ass to be tripping like
that. Standing up, I looked around before I noticed a small pair of
feet underneath the bed I was just sitting on.
"What the fuck are you doing underneath there? Are you okay?"
I questioned, ignoring what she said.
 Wasn't no way in hell a bitch hiding under beds quiet for God
knows how long was going to be licking on my cat or anywhere else
on me. I wasn't even sure I liked girls outside of calling them pretty
and saying they had fat ass butts. Now here I was having little
leprechauns pop out on me. When this girl slid from under the bed I
almost pissed myself from laughing. She was smaller than me, about
five feet, if that, with a little beard growing in and a tear drop. Her
hair was matted, however, I could see a few of those little twist
things sticking from her head, which was going bald in the middle.
The tear drop underneath her eye was fading and she looked like
she didn't wash her ass. The room had no signs of someone living in
it so she had to be new or just ain't have shit.
"I'm Tiny, sweet pea. What’s your name? You want to be my
bitch or you want to be my enemy? You can't be both or in between.
I need somebody I can come in my hut with and cuddle up before
these bastards come open up the gates for chow. You got people on
the outside with some bread? ‘Cause we gone need some food to
survive in this bitch." She paced the floor.
The more she talked the more I looked into her mouth. She had
a few teeth missing and a few that looked like little honey smacks.
"I'm sorry, but I don't like girls. I have a man, and I don't plan on
letting anyone in here lick me at no point in time. We can be cool
and cordial. I don't want any problems and I'm not looking to cause
any,” I told her just as the door opened.
"Ahniyah, here you go." The lady in a nurse uniform stuck her
hand out with an envelope in it.
Walking over, I grabbed it and came back. The door was quickly
closed. Since I was hoping the paper was good news, I quickly
opened it. When I read the positive pregnancy test results I all but
died in the inside. How the hell could I be pregnant at a time like
this? The thought of terminating the pregnancy crossed my mind but
quickly left. There was no way I was letting somebody in this jail
perform that. Balling up on the bed, I cried a hard cry. I was about
to bring a life into the world when I didn't even know when I was
going to get out of this place. Now not only did I have to figure out
how I would survive, I had to now figure out how to survive life
pregnant in jail.
CHAPTER SIX
 BRICK

E verything in me was telling me not to kill Dakari and the bitch

whose crib we was in. I knew if I killed her I would have had to
leave the baby alone because I didn't kill babies; anyone else
could die though. The sirens saved a lot of shit from happening, and
the way ole girl went to the door and handled them cops made me
respect her. I honestly wanted to kill anybody and everything
connected to Basil; however, the timing was off and I wasn't
expecting Dakari to be in the house like a fucking maniac.
The fireworks and shit the kids was letting off outside was her
perfect way to send them muthafuckas on, and for that I would
leave her alone. She could have had myself and Dakari locked up but
she didn't. Since then, I had been making smarter decisions with shit
and not just jumping out there doing stuff. With everything
happening, Ahniyah had been the last thing on my mind. I knew she
would understand the life I lived and the fact I had to be out most
days handling shit.
Ahniyah’s ass had been gone for a few days and that shit was
bothering me, yet as understanding as she was, I was trying to be
the same. I knew just how important her mother was to her and
didn't sweat it. Ahniyah’s ass probably jumped right back into full
nurse mode and forgot about a nigga. I was giving her one more
day before my ass went and snatched her up and brought her back
home. I was missing being up in that sweet pussy and having home-
cooked meals every day for breakfast and dinner. Helping her mom
even after she put her out was sweet of my little baby, but that shit
didn't sit right with me. That bitch ain't mean her well at all and she
was able to bypass it and still do good by her.
Hearing my phone ring, I picked it up and looked at the number I
didn't know. My first mind was to let that shit ring but since it wasn't
my business phone, I picked it up.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey, Brick? This Dom, Ahniyah’s best friend," I heard, which
piqued my interest.
I never really communicated with this girl, so for her to be calling
my phone had me happy I answered just in case something was
wrong.
"Okay? What's up? My wife know you calling my phone?" I
replied.
"Yeah, she actually told me to call you yesterday I just couldn't
find your number until today. I had to search for you. Anyway, I'm
calling ‘cause her dirty ass mom got her locked up, and she's in jail.
I'm sure they—" she started, but I cut her off.
"Her mom got her what? She where? Fuck you mean my bitch
locked up? Where her mom? I'm about to go see, her fuck she on?"
I asked question after question. I was now pacing my living room
floor.
"She called me saying she was about to go up. I'm not sure
exactly where she is. I'll give her your number if she calls me again.
She did say she didn't want you to come see her. My girl ain't sound
to good so I think you should go against that and go see her,” she
spoke.
"I ain't gone be able to go up there right now. If she on State
Road she on quarantine and ain't gone be able to do too much until
they put her on a block. I'm gone have a lawyer look into her shit
and see what we can do. Ain't no way I'm letting her be in there,” I
replied.
"Bet, and any way I can help let me know. Save my number I'll
be reaching out to you soon." She hung up the phone.
"Fuckkkkk," I let out just as Rowdy walked in.
 "Fuck is you screaming like a bitch for? You handle that other
situation?" he said like somebody was listening.
"Nah, Dakari’s ass was sitting in there like a fucking mad man
when I took the bitch in the house. She had a baby with her, and I
can't kill no baby, bro. I ain't even really want to kill the bitch more
than I wanted Dakari. I know he ain't do that shit with the money.
Bro looked me dead in my eyes and was looking confused. I ain't
fucking with him no more unless he come for us. Ole girl gone be
out the way, I can tell. The cops came to the bitch door and she
could have easily ratted us out, but she stood tall on shit and looked
out, so make sure nobody mess with the broad. Her family fucked
up but I don't believe she is. Then, to top it off, Ahniyah’s best friend
just called me. My baby locked up for some shit her mom got her in.
I know she can handle her shit so I ain't worried about that. I just
know how she is and know she ain't built for no fucking jail. She can
fight, hell, we saw that, but she ain't down to kill shit if she got to.
My baby too precious for some shit like that. I need her, man," I
expressed.
"Need who?" I heard my mom’s voice.
Spinning around, a wide grin spread across my face. My mom
had moved out to Vegas a while ago. She wanted to travel the world
with her husband and that's exactly what she did once we were all
grown. Seeing my mom was a rare occasion and I needed this
moment more than ever.
"Ma, what's good, baby." Rowdy scooped her up in a hug.
My mom was beautiful and the stress-free life she was living was
doing her well. I hadn't seen her in almost a year and she didn't age
one bit. She was still so small you would think she was a teenager.
My mom was about one hundred twenty pounds. Her hair was in a
short cut that was styled perfectly. She still dressed like she was
young but with a more sophisticated look to it. This lady stayed with
a pair of glasses on top of her head and an oversized pocketbook,
which I was sure contained a whole lot of unnecessary shit.
"Boy, put me the hell down. I missed you too. Now what's this I
was hearing? My son finally found him somebody he can say he
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 CARLOMAN.

Courage, sire,
Is constant industry for happiness.
When I become a monk——

CHILPERIC.

Nay, no confession,
No putting reasons to your Overlord.
[to his nobles]
You need not shake your spears so stormily,
We leave you a stout leader for your wars,
[to Carloman] And you, your liberty. What use of it
You make is of no moment to the world,
And does not raise my curiosity,
Who for myself have found in meat and drink,
In sleep and long, long abstinence from care
The pleasure proper to me. Pepin, come!

[Exeunt Chilperic, Pepin and the Frankish Nobles.]

CARLOMAN.
He has no sight of God, is imbecile
And dropping into clay. I should not let
This show dishearten me; but I have suffered
A vulgar tongue to tell what from my lips
Alone is truth—that as the hidden spring,
Restless at touch of the diviner’s rod
Is dragged through to the surface by his spells,
I am discovered and borne upward, made
The answer to some perilous appeal:
And for my folly I must be dismissed
By a mere dotard with a passing sigh
Of envy, who forego the battlefield,
The Council-chamber, the sweet clang of arms
For just a pricking wonder at my heart,
A knowledge I would give to secrecy
Plunging it headlong in the ear of God.
Oh for the cloister! I will make escape
At once, in silence, without taking leave:
My joy is in the consciousness that Time
Will never draw me back to any wish
To any fondness I am flinging off....

[Enter Geneviva.]

My wife!
Is Geneviva come to me?

GENEVIVA.
Now the dull monk has left you. Rouse your head!
I have been taking thought how best to trim
My beauty for you. Boniface was slow
In giving counsel; slowly I took up,
Handled and dropt my jewels. Of a sudden,
When Pepin’s voice was heard upon the stair,
I laid these blossoms in a ruddy knot
Thus hasty on my bosom. Come to me.
My lord, you owe me many hours of love,
So many hours I have been beautiful
In vain. You do not see me when I sing,
You miss the marks of music in my face,
You do not love the hunt, and you have never
Ridden beside me in the morning light.
You see me but as now when I am vexed
And haughty for caresses.

CARLOMAN.

[after a pause] Geneviva,

You are a Christian?

GENEVIVA.

Dear my lord, you speak

As if I were laid sick.

CARLOMAN.

You were baptised?

GENEVIVA.
 Assuredly, but the cold font has left
No chill upon my heart. Think not of that,
Think of our marriage-day. You leave me lonely
While Boniface enthralls you.

CARLOMAN.

[with hesitation] Women even

Have put aside their pomps and vanities ...

GENEVIVA.

Oh, leave me, you are insupportable!

You bring me word of kingdoms and of monks,
And thoughts of things that have not come to pass,
Or should be quite forgotten. We could spend
So sweet a moment now, for you are loved,
My Carloman—What need is there of talk
Concerning other matters?—loved of me,
Dreamed of when I am dreaming, when I wake
Wept for, sighed after. I have never cared
To listen to the minstrels, for the praise
My beauty covets most is in your eyes.
How wild they look and solemn!

[Carloman folds her in his arms quietly. Then with great effort bends over
her and speaks]
CARLOMAN.

Marcomir
Is restless for a pilgrimage to Rome.
I think we shall be starting presently:
And afterward ... If I am long away ...

GENEVIVA.
 [breaking from him]
Oh, think a little! Can you leave this hair
So crisp and burnished? When the sun is bright
Across your shield, it has no livelier flash—
Confess, it has not? But you come to me
Stale, weary from your dreams and abstinence,
And tingle my suspicion.

CARLOMAN.

If these dreams
Were growing all the world to me!—You start,
You turn away, you will not understand.
The fear of hurting you has made me keep
So distant from you lately, and my eyes
You thought were worn with vigil and with books
Have burnt with tears at night for many a month
To think you have not known the tyrant-joy
That moves a soul to change and severance,
Except upon the day when for my sake
You parted from your home: but by the rapture
That made such tumult in the daughter’s grief
When she became a bride, your husband now
Implores your comprehension.
All thou hast,
So the Church teaches, family and spouse,
The child thou hast begotten, thine own life
Thou must abhor, if thou would’st have new days
Of blessing on the Earth. I feel this law
Is written in my very heart of hearts,
There is such haunting freshness deep below
The sorrow of farewell.

GENEVIVA.
[defiantly] My God is Love—
The God who made a bower in Paradise,
Who wedded Eve and Adam, who abode
In the sweet incense of His Church to bless
My marriage.
[Carloman stretches out his hand to support her.]
Have no fear that I shall fall,
I cannot swoon while I remember it—
How in the songful hush a restless hand
Grew tight about my fingers, and a vow
Thrilled all the girl in me to womanhood,
And stung the future lying at my heart
To joy and frankness. That was years ago ...
[She breaks into a bitter laugh]
O Carloman, you know not what you do,
You know not what I am, nor what a blank
Of mercy there is in you!

CARLOMAN.

Were I dead,
You would not be so violent: in a trance
Of resignation you would think of me,
With tears, not gasping laughter.

GENEVIVA.
[pacing the room excitedly] Pilgrimage!
Did you say, pilgrimage? To think of you
Growing each day more cramped about the mouth,
More full of resolution in the eyes.
What shall I do? Pray for you—but the dead,
You have just told me, should be left unmourned,
Forgotten as last summer’s autumn-leaves.
[facing him coldly] My lord, I am no reliquary-urn;
There is no widow in me.

[with still greater change of manner] If you leave

Your Kingdom, there are certain things to do
Before you start. There is that Gothic King,
The captive Hermann—you must break his chains.

CARLOMAN.

Hermann is dead. Count Marcomir reports

Last night he found him lifeless.

GENEVIVA.

[gasping] Late last night?

Marcomir!—Take your fingers from my sleeve;
But summon Marcomir, and if again
There is intelligence to break to me
Likely to hurt, give him the charge of it.

CARLOMAN.
 No, Geneviva. I have little speech;
But when the secret crept into my soul
I loved you, it was not to Marcomir
I spoke: and if another secret now
Is breaking through my nature, do not think
That he will be the spokesman.
[noticing her agitation] Hermann died
I think by his own hand; he courted death.
What can a man prize in captivity?
[as Geneviva grows more agitated]
There! I will speak no more of him. Your maids—
[turning to summon her attendants].

GENEVIVA.

Weave the great arras. They have no concern

With me, except in silence to array.
You thought I cared to gossip with my maids!
But summon Marcomir.

[She looks after Carloman, who walks out, stroking his chin].

To think he dared
To lean above me with those burning eyes
Unconscious what they glassed. I did not learn
From him the magic that was born in me,
I learnt it when great Hermann passed in chains,
And he is dead. I promised I would go
To-day and visit him. How could he die?
[Marcomir enters.]
Why, you are deadly pale!
[She recoils, and says in a faint voice]
It is the hour
Fixed for our visit.
 MARCOMIR.

But the man is dead.

GENEVIVA.

What does he look like now? Is he so changed

I must not see him?

MARCOMIR.

Death is not a fact

To touch with simile. What looks he like?
All men in moonlight mind one of the moon,
All dead men look like death.

GENEVIVA.

He lies in chains?
Are the brows restful?

MARCOMIR.

Had you been a man

You would have asked me how he came to die,
No more!

GENEVIVA.

I had forgotten ... then he perished

As Carloman reports?
[Marcomir turns away.] You cannot bear
That I should mourn him?

MARCOMIR.
 [facing her again] Oh, a lifetime, if
It please you! I am going to a place
Where love is held of little consequence.

GENEVIVA.

Then you are bound for hell.

MARCOMIR.

[between his teeth] But you are safe!

GENEVIVA.

Keep me recluse from love, as men from war,

You spoil my faculties. Where will you go?

MARCOMIR.
To any coast you have not trod, wherever
The flowers are different from the flowers you wear,
To some Italian convent. Geneviva,
I am not framed to see you minister
To other men; but when long years are passed,
It may be in a fresco, I shall find
Some figure of a lady breaking bread
To mendicants, and kneel and pray to her
That she may bless me also: but till then ...
[covering his eyes]
O God, you shall not tempt me, though I feel
Just how your hair burns in a fiery wreath
Above your brow, and how your eyes are soft
With blue, and deeper blue, as through the hills
The valley stretches azure to the close.
You shall not tempt me, though I almost hear
Your bosom taking record of your breath,
And I could sit and watch that tide of life
Rising and falling through the lovely curves,
Till I was lost in ecstasy.

GENEVIVA.

Oh, hush!
But then you love me. It was in a fit ...?

MARCOMIR.

Of devilish malice.

GENEVIVA.

In a jealous fit?
You shall remain.
[She goes up to him: he takes her hands in his, kisses them coldly, and puts
them away.]
MARCOMIR.

I did not answer you—

His face was drawn.

GENEVIVA.

And I had given you charge

Of the great restive soldier.

MARCOMIR.

True, I swerved;
I have confessed my sin, and now must bear
The settling of my spirit on the Cross.

GENEVIVA.

So many favours!

MARCOMIR.

But you kissed his brows—

What need was there of that?

GENEVIVA.

You love me then,

You love me! Would you murder him again
If I again should touch him with my breath?

MARCOMIR.
 Again, again.

GENEVIVA.

And Carloman complains

I am indifferent to him!

MARCOMIR.

He forgets;
But, Geneviva, if a thousand years
Broke over me, when Time had cleared his storms
I should look up and know your face by heart.

GENEVIVA.

Then stay, stay, stay with me!

Have you once thought
Through the long years how it will fare with me—
Nothing to watch except the sullen waste
Of my own beauty? Marcomir, I hold
If there be judgment it shall be required
Of women what delight their golden hair
Has yielded—have they put its wealth to use,
Or suffered it to lie by unenjoyed?
I rather would die spendthrift, nothing left
Of my rich heritage, save memory
Of the wild, passing pleasure it conferred
Than keep it untransmuted. And you choose
To take from me the only eyes that care
To mirror mine! I have so often thought
That some day I shall drown myself: the water
Reflects me with desire.

MARCOMIR.
 [bitterly, as he turns away] A soul so wide
In innocence, so regal, on the day
He wedded, he appointed me your squire!

GENEVIVA.

[following him]
He keeps you with him, you can read his heart,
You know what way he travels, when his soul
Flies homeward. Tell me—’tis the only knowledge
I crave for in the world—does Carloman
Still hold me in affection? I beseech,
Tell me the truth. He loves you——

MARCOMIR.

Yes, he loves,
He does not use me for his purposes.
[perceiving PEPIN]
Not Carloman—his brother on the stair
Laughs at your light behaviour. So you lose
One last poor opportunity.

[Re-enter Pepin.]
PEPIN.

Good even.
Well, my fair sister, you have heard the news,
Wept [glancing at Marcomir]
and found consolation.
But to think
The son of Charles Martel should be a monk!

GENEVIVA.
 A monk!—a pilgrim?

PEPIN.

No, a cloistered monk.

MARCOMIR.

What is his crime?

PEPIN.

Oh, no impiety;
A crazy fit: he must get near to God,
So puts away all intercourse with man:
And while I rule he thinks to thrill the world
With some convulsive movement from his prayers.
Ha, ha! But you shall queen it as before.

GENEVIVA.

Go fetch my husband and remain without,

For he alone can speak to me of this.

[Exit Pepin.]

[turning to Marcomir]
You are a murderer: this act of yours
Will leave me very lonely.

MARCOMIR.
 I repent.

GENEVIVA.

There is no sin like that of looking back

When one has sinned. Whatever one attempts
It perfected in patience brings reward.
My Carloman will prosper: his whole heart
Is gone away from me.
Why there he is,
Passing in zealous talk with Boniface.

[Carloman and Boniface cross from right to left at the back of the hall.
Geneviva intercepts them.]

Farewell!

CARLOMAN.

[arrested] O Geneviva!

GENEVIVA.

Not my name,
Never my name again. Say, holy father—
They take new titles who renounce the world?

CARLOMAN.
 [with flushing eagerness]
Then you too will renounce it? oh, the joy!
There is a strange new passion in your eyes.
Speak to me ... but you cannot! I could take
No leave of you in your fierce, worldly mood;
Now all is changed.

GENEVIVA.

Yes, all. How long ago

It seems since we were married!

CARLOMAN.

Think the day

Is yet to come, the joy is all before.
[taking her face between his hands]
O Boniface, this is no temptress’ face!
God has been with her, and she starts as I
Free in the great endeavour.

BONIFACE.

Do you choose,
Lady, a mere retreat among the nuns,
Or, like your husband, do you break all ties
That bind you to the earth?

GENEVIVA.

They all are broken:

Except ... oh, I forgot! I have a son.

CARLOMAN.
 [nervously]
Pepin will guard him.

GENEVIVA.

Are you dreaming still?

Fool, fool! I tell you Pepin shall decide
What robes I wear, and haply suffer me
Sometimes at entertainments to look on,
And see young Charlemagne praised. But for my child
He shall remain with me.
[Re-enter Pepin] All is confirmed.
I shall not quit the world. How easily
A man is duped with God upon the brain!
I shall continue in my womanhood,
Giving, receiving pleasure.
I have heard
So much and suddenly; for Marcomir
Is to become a monk.
[to Carloman] Give him no welcome.
He takes the cowl a penitent; he is not,
Like you, a white-souled wayfarer.
[to Pepin] How strange
That we must pair together, you and I;
I know so little of your tastes and now
I must be often in your company.

MARCOMIR.

My lord, speak to her.

PEPIN.
 Come, an end to this!
Brother, if you are wise you will not leave
This woman in the world. Convents are made
To tame the pride of such and keep them cool.

CARLOMAN.

O Geneviva, for my sake, and yet....

Not so, beloved.

[He turns away and covers his face.]

GENEVIVA.

Marcomir, farewell!
You will be monks together. When my husband
Forgets me, you must bring me to his thoughts
Recall that day we hunted and you fell;
I stayed to tend you; but the whole live day
My voice rang through the woods for Carloman
Until I wearied you; he was not found;
But you remember how I cried for him.

MARCOMIR.

Consul, have pity on her. I am free,

But she has need of love.

GENEVIVA.
 O insolence!—
The virginal chill heart!—No intercession!
[to Carloman]
Our marriage is dissolved. How great a stranger
You have become to me! I should grow mad
To breathe by you another single hour.
[to Boniface]
And you, old man, who stand with such meek eyes,
Though you have robbed me of my name of wife,
And made my boy an orphan—go your way!
I cannot curse you, but I prophesy:
Dishonour motherhood, plant virgin homes,
Give to religion the sole charge of love,
And you will rear up lust of such an ice
As Death himself will shiver at.
[to Pepin] Lead on!
Now there is hope you may become a King,
There should be some high festival to keep
To-night in everlasting memory.
Lead me away.

PEPIN.

Brother, in all—good luck!

And may the Convent’s fare be angels’ food.
Your wife’s tears soon will dry.

[Exeunt Pepin and Geneviva.]

CARLOMAN.

The thing to do
Is simply just the sole thing to be done.
There should have been no tears, no taking leave;
A freeman can do anything he will.