I'm not in the habit of giving an account of my actions to anyone but I wrestled with the idea of calling the others and letting them know what was going on. In the end, I decided not to. Just like sixteen years ago it wasn't just my head on the block. I wasn't about to jam up my guys for having my back.
I headed for the house to put eyes on my wife and kids. This killing s**t was getting too easy, but I wasn't gonna lose any sleep. I wasn't about to split hairs over anything that comes of this. Taylor Porter started this s**t the day he put hands on what's mine. Doesn't matter that she wasn't mine then, scratch that, she was born mine. It doesn't matter that at the time his raping ass went after her I hadn't yet staked my claim, and anything that came behind my ending that f**k was a wri
