4am In Compton

Chapter Eighteen

Man, where your ass was at when we took the city over?

Where your ass was at when all they ask us, "Whats the hold up?"

Where your ass was at when niggas first got the news?

Now your ass around because we're paying back dues

Where were you? When all the dogs needed help

Lawyers and the commissary ain't gon' pay itself

Where your ass was at when we recorded in the bathroom?

Where your ass was at I take attendance like a classroom

Man I ain't got no choice 'cause nowadays I swear this s**t done changed up for the boy

I'm selfmade, selfish with my women, self employed

I'll buy the neighbors house if they complain about the noise

Man, where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn't feed me?

Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn't need me?

Where your ass was at, last winter was the coldest?

Fuck was you at? I had the 6 on my shoulders-- Where Ya At x Future ft Drake

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C H A P T E R 19 -- India

I ignored Brooks's call fa' da' fourth time today. I wasn't playing wit' his ass. He ain't bothered ta' check up on me fa' 3 days then he wanna hit me up. Miss me wit' da' bullshit. I needed ta' focus on findin' my b***h. Even tho' Rah and Brooks told me they was "handlin' it." Well dey' wasn't doin' s**t fast enough so India has ta' step in.

I sighed and went thru' papers dat' were filled wit' Shayla's phone calls. I took some of the papers from Rah's home office since I didn't have any connections.

3 calls from +21123309872 on April 18th.

This number had appeared like 6 times on this paper so dis' mudafucka' must be important. I started ta' dial da' numba' but wa' interrupted by da' soft sounds of Million x Tink, meanin' Brooks wa' callin' yet again. I rolled my eyes and slide da' answa' button.

"What do you-

"You really playin' wit' me, India? Da' f**k you not answerin' my damn calls fo'?" Brooks snapped inta' da' receiver.

I took da' phone away from my ear and looked at it crazy. This nigga gon' make me uppercut his damn chin.

"Cause you ain't hit ya' own fuckin' girlfriend in a damn week. Dats why." I put my phone back ta' my ear."

"If you would let me expla-"

"Ain't no explanation bih." I hung up and tossed my phone onta' da' chair. Dat' call soured my own mudafuckin' mood.

My phone rang again and I grabbed it, assumin' it wa' Brooks.

"Look Brooks, leave me da' hell alone. You blow da' f**k outta me. Don't hit up your damn girlfriend and expect everythin' ta' be all peaches and cream after a fuckin' week. f**k outta hea' s**t don't work like dat', fam." I snapped at da' caller.

The phone went quiet and da' caller's breathin' became shallow.

"Hello? Baybeh?" I asked, immediately regrettin' those words.

"India wha' da' f**k yo ass talmin' bout? Girlfriend? Yall fuckas date, huh?" Rah's voice boomed.

Shit, s**t, s**t, s**t shitty, s**t s**t, fuckin' pissy s**t ass s**t f**k.

"Huh?" I said stupidly, tryin' ta' derail dis' confrontation.

"Answa' da' fuckin' question, India. I'm not fuckin' playin' wit' you." He spat.

".....No?" I trailed off.

"After I specifically told you not you? You so damn hardheaded. This some shady s**t forreal." I heard his accent loosen so I knew he was upset.

Shit ain't good when Raheem Dashawn Thompson is upset.

"Raheem let me explain we were gonna tell you and-"

"How long this bullshit been going on." He smacked his teeth.

"A month now...." I said truthfully.

"Around the same time me and Shay been together?" He asked.

"Yes." I said quietly.

The line went quiet for a few moments.

"Mane, dis' wha' we do now? Aight India. Don't come cryin' ta' me when dat' snake nigga break ya' stupid ass heart."

"Ra-

I wa' met wit' da' dial tone. I stared at my phone a little bit longer, feelin' tears on da' brim of my eyes. I never meant ta' disappoint or upset Raheem. He was my protector, my father figure and da' only person who was there for me when nobody else was. Besides my auntie & pissy uncle who didn't give a s**t about me.

When my parents died and I wa' sent ta' their care, they didn't love me da' way they said they did. She treated me like s**t and Rah wa' da' only fucka' in dat' crib to care for me. Then when they both died, me & Rah were suppose ta' go inta' da' system. But Rah ran away and I sat there in dat' fosta' care few' 2 damn years up till Rah grew up and gained custody of me.

Da' do' bell rang , but I didn't really want ta' be bothered. I groaned as da' person continued ta' ring da' bell.

"If I ain't answer it da' other times, why ain't ya' ass give up. Persistent mudafucka'." I numbled, draggin' myself ta' da' door.

"What." I said openin' it, ta' be met wit' Brooks ugly ass wit' food.

"Hey baybeh." His voice was raspy. He wa' dressed inna' "let's watch Netflix and chill." outfit. He had on a white tee, grey joggers, and nike slides wit' white socks. His curly hair was shaped up wit' a crispy hairline. He had on a nike visor and a stupid ass grin on his face.

I stared at him wit a bored expression.

"I brought food." He raised up da' McDonald's bag and had two Oreo Mcflurries in da' other one in a holder.

I moved so he could come in. I caught swift of his cologne & nearly died inside.

Damn my nigga smell good. Like grown ass babies and s**t.

I closed da' door and watched as he set da' food down. I wiped da' tears from my face and tired ta' look happy as possible. Brooks walked up ta' me and stared at me.

"Baybeh, you good?" He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close.

"Baybeh, Rah knows." I wanted to say but da' words couldn't leave my mouth as Brooks rubbed my lower back in circles. He kissed on my neck, biting it and licking da' same spot over and over again.

I moaned in delight as he nuzzled his head in my neck.

I pushed him off and went ta' sit on my couch. I crossed my arms ova' my breasts and pouted, still angry.

He wasn't gettin' off dat' easily.

Me and Brooks haven't been intimate yet. I haven't had s*x before and I was scared. Especially wit' what Brooks wa' packin'. He's flashed me before. I cringed at da' remembrance of dat' sight.

Brooks sighed and came ta' sit extra close to me. "Im sorry 'bout not coming ta' check up on you. You kno' I luh you guh." His hand traveled under ta' da' big shirt I decided ta' wear. My mind began ta' fall inta' a daze as body wa' fully corroborative. I immediately went to touch his hand.

"I'm not goin' ta' give you dis' s**t right yet. But I jus' wanna taste." He chuckled. I sighed in pleasure as his finger brushed by my hand inta' my core. I arched my back inta' da' couch and moaned.

He curved his index finger into my c**t slowly and bite my neck. I moaned out in pain and pleasure and grinded my core against his long finger. Brooks grinned inta' my neck and picked up da pace, puttin' his middle finga' into my tight hole.

"You still mad at me?" He asked, fingerin' my pearl faster. I felt my knees buckle and I couldn't connect my brain and my mind ta' think of a sentence . I arch my back against the couch and whimpered.

"I think I'm going to-

Brooks took his fingers out abruptly and looked at me.

I glared at him like he as crazy. The f**k dis' nigga on?

"I need ta' make sure you aren't mad at me, baybeh." He looked at me seriously.

I smacked my teeth. "No I'm not mad at yo, no mo'."

He smirked and knelt in front of me, spreadin' my legs wide.

"Don't close them or I'll smack ya' thigh. Hard as hell too. Aight?" He asked.

I nodded and gasped as his wet long tongue wa' caught in between my folds.

"s**t" I mumbled as I ran my hands thru' his curls. He flicked his tongue on my c**t rapidly and da' previous feelin' of my knees bucklin' came back as if it never left.

"Baybeh." I gasped as I arched my back when he licked my folds and added anotha' finga'. The pressure wa' buildin' up in my lower stomach. A feelin' I neva' had felt befa' .

He purred against my folds and I couldn't take it anymore. The pressure had built up and I felt myself release all over the couch and in his mouth.

He slurped up all my juices and wiped his mouth wit' da' back of his hand.

"Damn bae, I ain't even hungry no mo'." He slapped a goofy grin on his face.

I shrugged. "s**t mo' food fa' me."

"Girl if you don't give me dat food." Brooks mumbled, gettin' off his knees.

I grabbed one bag of McDonald's and a mcflurry. "Ooh you got my nuggets and my fries. Even my damn cookie."

"Yeah I'll always remember wha' you like and want cause I luh-"

"Oh my favorite show on!" I turned my attention ta' da' screen as da' openin' of Love & Hip Hop came on.

I thought I heard Brooks sigh but I ignored it. I felt a presence next ta' me and then a head fell inta' my lap.

I ran my finga' thru his curls as he watched LHHATL wit' me.

"Damn dat' b***h got a fat ass" I heard him mumbled when the scene of Karlie Redd and her ex came inta' da' screen.

I smacked his forehead. "Stop lookin', asshole."

"Bae you kno' yours is fatter." He said.

"Mhm."

We chilled fa' dat' whole day but I had a naggin' feelin' like I wa' suppose to tell him somethin'.

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Shayla

I groaned as I continued to walk up this road to my house. It's been 2 days since the shooting and now I was ready to get back to Compton and tell Rah & India everything. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and groaned. My hair was nappy as s**t and I was dirty & in total need of a shower, toothpaste, fill-in, and a sew-in. My phone had died so there was no way for me to call for a appointment.

I had only about 4 blocks to get there and the first thing I would be doing is showering then calling up Rah. We needed to talk and I hoped he didn't take things out of proportion. My gun was nicely tucked in my waist as I walked up the dirty sidewalk. A lady walked up my way with a look of concern on her face and a faux looking puppy on a leash.

Crazy b***h alert !

"Honey, are you okay?" The lady asked me nicely.

"I'm fine, ma'm." I said weirdly as my eyes fixated on the "dog" the lady was walking around with. This hoe has to be 50 shades of mentally crazy cause I know this b***h don't think the dog is real.

"Oh you see Tilly? This my baby" The lady proceeded to pick "Tilly" up and kiss all over her face.

"..............Right. Well I'll be on my way ma'm." I walked around her slowly.

"Okay Shayla. See you soon." The lady said behind me.

I turned around, alarmed. "How do you-

But in a matter of seconds, the lady was gone.

What the hell type of s**t is going on? I don't play this.

I ran my ass up the last 2 blocks and into the safety of my home, not even bothering to look around the spot to see if the lady was there. I wasn't risking anything, s**t. I locked the locks on my door and looked around. Everything was in shape and looked like it hadn't been touched.

My stomach growled and I remembered I hadn't eaten anything sensible in two whole days but water bottles and ritz.

I rubbed my belly & went to the kitchen to cook something fresh. I put boiling water on the stove and went upstairs to charge my phone.

I entered my bedroom that still looked the same and put my phone in the charger near the night stand.

My phone quickly turned on and I was met with 15 missed calls, 300 texts, 45 Twitter notifications and 12 i********: notifications,

"Damn I was really missed." I itched my hair and went to my contacts. Most of the calls were from Raheem and some from India, hell even Brooks. I hesitated on pressing Raheem's contact but I did it anyway.

You need to tell your man wassup before it comes to bite you in the ass.

"Where the f**k have you been?" A angry Raheem answered the phone. He sounded different.

"Uh... I'll tell you everything if you come over." I asked cautiously.

Someone pissed him off and now I gotta deal with his attitude.

I didn't hear anything, until I was met with the dial phone.

I looked at the phone crazy and did a quick prayer. Nobody in the right damn mind hangs up on me. This nigga must be on some other s**t.

I woosah'ed. He didn't mean it, he's in a bad mood.

I remembered my gun in my waistband and sighed.

"I really hope this nigga don't make me have to shoot his ass." I shrugged.

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Corey

"I still can't believe she believed that damn phone call." Azalea laughed. "Dumb ass child."

I glared at her, "keep my daughter out of your brain and mouth before I make sure you lose both of em."

She put her hands up in defeat. "I'm just saying. That s**t was so easy to detect."

"She's not the smartest in the bunch. Just like her mother." I sighed. "Speaking of Deianna. Where is ha' mental ass with that damn girl?"

I was impatient, I needed Shayla so she wouldn't pop mouth to Raheem or Brooklyn. Yet.

I was gonna send Azalea but I knew Shayla would whoop her ass. 

Plus Deianna is a sweet lookin woman, you wouldn't think she would be a kidnapper even if you look second glances at her.

Deianna was a w***e back in the old days, she had a 5 year old son and was married but she was greedy and came onto me that one day in the club 16 years ago. I wasn't into her like that but hey, a one night stand, that's wassup.

2 months later, she calls me and tells me she's pregnant & the baby is mine. Of course I didn't believe her. I called her all types of s**t and sent her abortion money. Looks like she didn't use it cause 9 months after that, I was called to the hospital to meet my little girl, Rasha Aliyah Walker. By then, Her husband had already left her high and dry.

Yes, Shayla is my cousin but nobody knows that Rasha is my daughter except Brooks. But hell, Brooks don't even know me and her ass related so everything is under wraps and I'm liking it.

So of course, I stepped up and did my thing as a father. I didn't marry Deianna but I helped raise our daughter. But I was trapping hard as hell back in those days & one day I was set up on some bullshit ass charges for murder and drug possession charges plus manslaughter which earned me a good 35 years in jail. But as you can see, I've only done 12. Thanks to Azalea's thotting ways. Now Im back and Deianna thinks she is helping me get to know Brooks but in reality she's helping me kidnap everyone he cares about until he comes to look for them, leaving me to kill him off.

Why I don't like Brooks you might ask? His gang is coming up the rank and I don't like that one bit. So it's better that I kill him now before he gets too comfortable.

Azalea wants the girl, but I don't care, she can do as she pleases. I don't even know why she wants to kill the girl cause in the end, nobody get Brooks cause the nigga will be dead. Again, Azalea is a big part of this operation so it's better I keep that part to myself.

"Corey, Cash and Trey are dead." Azalea shrugs, interrupting my thoughts.

"Who killed them?" I asked with no expression.

"I don't know. They were killed looking for Shayla so I'm assuming she did."

I banged the table. "I swear to God if Deianna doesn't bring that b***h back I'm going to kill her."

Azalea cringed at my voice and nodded, "yes sir. I'll go see where she is at,"

She walked away and I leaned back in my chair.

Shayla, my dear cousin. You have no idea what you are messing with.

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