CHAPTER SEVEN That night
Jaekwon stood at the kitchen counter making himself a bologna sandwich, his gun lying beside all the items he needed to make it. The only sound inside of his studio apartment was the tv in the front room, which Paw Patrol was on. The television flashed a blue light on the bed that his toddler laid asleep on, pacifier in his mouth. He was a golden brown little fella, with a dimpled chin and cornrows. Jaekwon was taking care of him, while his baby momma went to enjoy herself on a girls’ night out. Usually, he bitched and complained about having to watch their child but, with God only knew how many niggaz looking to kill him, he didn’t mind kicking it at home to try to figure out his next mo
