CHAPTER THREEMarquan, blood stains covering his clothing, hustled up the steps of his house and let himself inside. Crossing the threshold, he shut the door behind him and locked it. When he turned around he found Adele sitting on the couch. She rose to her feet when she saw him; a concerned expression was across her face.
“Is Poc okay?” she asked.
Marquan slowly nodded and said, “He’s gonna be fine.”
“Oh, thank God.” She ran over to him and hugged him affectionately. Holding her to him, he rubbed her back soothingly and kissed her on the side of her head. “I’m glad he’s gonna be alright. I was worried.”
“My nigga gone live, but the fool that popped ‘em is going belly up tonight; you can take that s**t to the bank and cash it.”
At that moment, she slowly broke her embrace and looked u
