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  AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE DONE FOR YOU:

  A CHI-TOWN SOAP OPERA

  EPISODE 2

  By NICETY

  Copyright © 2016 DAVID WEAVER PRESENTS

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  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  Giving honor to God. He who is the head of my household.

  Thank you to my family; I will love

  you all until the end of time, you are the air that

  I breathe.

  To my friends; thanks for keeping me afloat

  when I thought I would sink.

  To my fans and many followers; I love you

  all more than words can say.

  Thank you for the love and support

  you deliver each day!

  DEDICATION

  I would like to dedicate this book to

  my husband, children, family and my friends

  that supported my dream over the years

  of becoming a published writer.

  They believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself years ago.

  I’m making you proud now! Also to my readers for

  without you there would be no me. I love you all!

  Major shout outs to David Weaver, my publisher for believing in me and trusting that we can make this happen. You’re the best. Special shout outs also go to the BankRoll Squad for welcoming me into your family and making me feel right at home.

  Love ya to pieces!

  More Special Shout outs to #TEAMNICETY, the bullets to my nine!

  I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart

  for always supporting me and making sure that I

  remained focused on the task at hand, which was getting

  your books to you on time. Laughing but dead serious.

  To my husband, the perfect verse over a tight beat.

  Thanks for being nothing more than you!

  **If I have forgotten anyone, know that

  I love you still**

  Last Time on After Everything I’ve Done For You: A Chi-Town Soap Opera…

  Sunset

  …“Uh un. No you won’t not up in here bitch. You deserved that smack. I think you should just take that shit as your punishment and get your slut bucket ass on up outta here.” My momma was a no nonsense kind of woman. Godly, but she didn’t play when it came down to it.

  Damita looked back at me and smiled. I didn’t know what I had done to her to deserve what she had done to me but I guess it was all in good reason. It was karma coming back to bite me in the ass. I had done it to Bianca and Damita had just returned the favor. It made me wonder if that was that bitch’s ammo the entire time, revenge for her raggedy ass cousin.

  I didn’t know what the motive was and I no longer gave a damn. Both of those hoes were out of my life and so was my fucked up ass baby’s daddy. The next time he would see my motherfucking kids would be in court ordered visitation once I received my got-damn child support. Bet he never thought I would ever hit him where it hurts.

  “I think I saw her hop her hot ass in his car too,” my momma said peeking out of the vertical blinds.

  “Momma,” I shrieked. “Get out the window and watch the kids for me. I’ll be back. I’ve got some business to handle real quick.”

  Bianca

  …“No Myking. You can’t leave me like this. We should talk this out. This is not how we should be starting out our relationship with miscommunication.” I pressed my hand to his chest again.

  “Ain’t no miscommunication shit,” Myking roared almost as loud as the thunder outside. “You playing and I’m not for none of that shit.”

  “Myking—“

  “What the fuck man? You think I’m that stupid that I can’t see you still in this nigga’s face and shit? You’re still checking for this nigga, Bianca. You want him, not me.” He walked off again.

  “Myking wait. Why do you keep walking away from me? We need to talk about this,” I pleaded hoping he would listen. "Please just talk to me."

  “Don’t you get it? What don't you seem to understand? Ain’t shit to talk about. You playing mind games that I ain't got time for right now. When you want a real man in your life, you hit me up and maybe if I’m available I’ll fit you in it,” Myking growled as he shoved me gently out the way to get to the door.

  When the door slammed behind him, it startled the shit out of me causing me to jump from its impact. I stared at it wondering if he would storm back through the door and forgive me. I wanted him to give me another chance. Where I fucked up at was not telling Jeremiah right at the gate that Myking and I was together. I just didn’t know if it was smart to do that right now.

  Why didn’t I know? Jeremiah was toxic and Myking was perfect. Why was it so hard for me to accept the shit and keep the one man who loved me most? Naw, fuck that. I snatched my keys from the kitchen counter. I had to go after him and prove to him that he was the one I really wanted. But which one…was I going after? Ugh.

  Jeremiah

  …I refocused my eyes through the darkness, using the dim streetlight to look up at her. Damita sat there holding her stomach, blood spewing from her mouth rapidly. What the fuck? I was in shock like a motherfucka trying to figure out what had happened to her, reaching for her shirt to cover the wound. Her torso slowly turned around looking out of the nearly shattered front windshield.

  “It’s…him,” Damita mumbled breathlessly before hunching over into the front seat hitting it hard.

  “Oh shit.” I was fucked up, breathing crazy and panicking trying to slide my dick up out of her as she bled into my seat.

  My eyes scanned the park but there was no one in sight. From the looks of my windshield Damita had been shot. That’s when I realized that the bullet that had pierced through her body had shot right through to mine. I was hit. I was bleeding but as I searched for the wound, I slowly became nauseous. I had never been shot before let alone been this close to a dead body before. The shit was crazy as fuck. I couldn’t breath trying to figure out where the fuck my phone was so I could call for help before I died too.

  I didn’t want to die. I was too young to die. What would my son think of his daddy if all he had were his momma’s words in his ear about me? Would my daughter fall prey to dirty ass niggas like me if I wasn’t there to warn her of the bullshit they tried to pull? It was like it was too late to be thinking of any of that. Now I may never know now. I found my phone right when I slumped over in the seat sluggishly dialing 911.

  “911 emergency. How may I help you?”

  “Yeah…I’m hit. I’m dying. She dead. We need he…he…” And, then my eyelids grew heavier falling into a deep sleep.

  Chapter 1

  That Night

  Jeremiah

  Ain’t it funny that shit always happens when a motherfucka least expects it to? If nothing else, I could say that 2014 was one hell of a fucked up year. My life flashed before my eyes as blood sloshed up the back of my throa
t slowly spewing out of my lips. All of my senses were amplified to the third power. Dizzy spells filled my head as I struggled to reach for my phone once more while cradling the bullet wound spilling mountains of blood out of me. I couldn’t reach it. It seemed like the ambulance was taking all fucking day to get to the car.

  The rustling of the cold night air made the scene even more eerie. Chills filled my veins quickly as death approached me. Anger was the first emotion to rear its ugly head in my mind. It was fucked up that a nigga couldn’t even get some ass in the backseat of his car anymore without a random bullet striking him dead. Sorrow filled my feelings after anger subsided. I was too young to die especially since I hadn’t been able to do everything that I’ve always wanted to. Fear was the last and most deadly emotion to enter my thoughts. Its presence was heightened with the sound of footsteps slowly making their way up to the window.

  In an effort not to be riddled with a second round of bullets, I played dead. My chest, which was once pumping hard as fuck up and down, slowed and my body went limp. I closed my eyes hoping that the next sound I heard wouldn’t be the sound of bullets busting out of the barrel of a gun and into what was left of me. Not that any of it would matter anyway. With the amount of blood I was losing and my consciousness slowly fading in and out, death was no doubt right around the corner for me.

  “You stupid motherfucka,” a rustled voice growled but because the spinning in my head made my ears feel like they were underwater, the sound of the voice was muffled.

  The figure's laughter filled the air as I squinted my eyes a pinch to see if I could catch a glimpse of the fuck-boy who cowardly shot us. But I was only able to see a silhouette of a figure that I couldn’t identify as they hovered over me casting a dark shadow.

  Moments later the figure pimped off leaving me there to die in a pool of cold blood. I had nothing on my mind except the words that bitch ass nigga said. This shit wasn't random at all. Naw, whomever did this, was somebody at least one of us knew. But as my body grew weaker, my chances of living to see justice became even slimmer.

  It was happening. Darkness was setting in now. I was about to bleed to death right here in the back seat of this car with Damita on my lap. It’s a fucked up way to die but in truth I felt sorry for the motherfucka that had to tell Bianca that they found me this way. That’s not how I wanted her to remember me. That’s not how I wanted anyone to remember me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head about to give up the ghost and let this shit be what it was, an untimely death.

  “Aye, can you hear me?” A voice asked as my eyes blinked to get a glimpse of the face. “Can you hear me?”

  “Eh…. Ah,” I murmured.

  “What’s your name?” The voice asked seemingly in slow motion as a bright light shone in my face.

  Flashing lights surrounded me. I could only assume that the ambulance had finally arrived. But they were too late. My head was so lightheaded that I could barely keep my eyes open. I couldn’t hold on any longer. I was slipping away. More bright lights filled my eyes and more voices sounded like water waves surrounding me.

  “This one’s gone,” a voice echoed nearby. “Better rush this one to the ER or he’ll be no good too.”

  “He’s already lost a lot of blood and his pulse is weak. Clinically he’s dead anyway,” another voice countered.

  “Well rush him anyway. Procedure.”

  “Gotcha.”

  It was as if they were talking about returning an unwanted product back to Target or Wal-Mart. Like my life didn’t really matter one way or the other to their asses. I guess they were right. I was royally fucked and they would never make it to the hospital before my heart gave out and stopped beating.

  Rapid eye movement plagued my eyes no matter how much I tried to stop it. My body was cold as fuck and yet an icy dripping sweat filled my forehead. My hands started a tremble that soon traveled up my arm tracking its way through the rest of my body. The feeling in my stomach was like searing flesh and the pain was increasing by the millisecond. Clenching my teeth, I unleashed an outcry of screams from the pain tearing through my abdomen. I was so tired of fighting and tired of trying. Once again consciousness escaped me.

  ****

  …30 Minutes Earlier

  “Look at this bullshit here.” My eyes squinted as I placed the blunt to my lips inhaling deeply to flood my lungs.

  Only sorry motherfuckas destroy other people’s lives. Revenge was long overdue. All I could think about was getting what was owed to me one way or the other. As I sat in the car parked a short distance away watching as she bounced up and down on this nigga’s dick like she was on a carnival ride, a strange sour vomit taste rose to the back of my throat. My eyes watered a bit watching as the windows became foggy, steamed up generating from the hatred I felt inside.

  “Hope you’re having fun bitch.” The words escaped my slightly dry lips.

  Any logical thoughts were crowded by a hunger so strong and overpowering. There was just one thing that I craved and that was the splatter of blood all over the seats of that car. I sat in darkness peering out at the horrid display in front of me. The only light inside of my car was from the end of my blunt as I puffed on it heavily to ease my mind. Nothing would change my mind, it was made up about this shit. There was no backing down now.

  After shoving open the car door and putting the blunt out in the ashtray, I exited the car shutting the door quietly behind me. I remained as quiet as humanly possible and moved as swiftly as a ninja. Frustration bled down my face as I neared the front of the car catching a better more clear view of their shameless acts. A shrewd grin spread across my lips as I pulled my scully from the top of my head down over my entire face, fixing the holes over my eyes and nose as needed.

  Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I reached behind my back for the .45 Smith & Wesson I had tucked away in my jeans. I couldn’t have been more than a few feet away but I was deadly with this motherfucka. It would only take one bullet to do what I needed to do. Raising the gun up pointing dead at the windshield, I squeezed releasing a single bullet from the clip. There was a bit of a cracking from the window but after the shot for the most part it was pretty silent. I had to admit that it fucked me up not to hear any high-pitched squeals or screams. Nobody cried out in horror. Nobody begged deafeningly for help to save their lives.

  “Oh shit,” a voice shouted from that direction.

  Oh shit? That’s it? That’s all they were going to say? That shit pissed me off to the depths of my core but I was determined to make sure that the job was done. Taking slow calculated steps, I made my way towards the car watching my surroundings and securing the gun close to my side so no one could easily see it. The closer I got to it the more visible everything inside became. Somehow she had slumped over into the front passenger side seat and he was drooped over on his side in the backseat.

  Walking up on the window, I could detect no movement. I stood there breathing like Darth Vader placing my nose as close to the glass without actually touching it just to peer through all of the fog on the windows and make sure I didn’t miss anything. I stood there like a creep perched at a window of his prey.

  “You stupid motherfucka,” I said before finally walking away from the scene.

  If it weren’t for the sound of sirens buzzing in the distance, I would’ve stood there forever watching the two of them bleed out to death. My eyes rolled slowly to the back of my head and when they returned to their natural position a sense of calm came over me. I was more than pleased with what I had just done. Elated.

  “Sleep in hell, you stupid motherfucka.” I got out of there just as the sirens became closer.

  Chapter 2

  The Next Morning

  Sunset

  “So is that the new nigga man? Huh? You think I don’t know about that whack ass nigga you’ve been going out with, Sunset?” He said while a stunned look crept across my face. “You fucking him and then you come over here with that sad sob story talking about your feeli
ngs and shit then wanna fuck me. That pussy need to be on reserve for one side nigga only. You feel me?”

  “Wait, you’ve been following me?” Confusion read on my face. “What kind of creep shit is that?”

  “Man, hell naw I ain’t following you. But you can’t do shit in this city without me knowing Sunset. I’ve got people everywhere. You never know who’s watching you.” He took a hit of the blunt sucking hard as hell.

  “Ugh, I swear you be killing me with this shit. Tee, I’m not even fucking him. I mean, I haven’t fucked him yet,” I countered, pissed and throwing my arm up in the air.

  “You fucking him. I know you are. But gon’ ahead and keep fucking him. You gon’ get ol’ boy fucked up. That’s what you gon’ do.” Tee paced the floor tossing ashes from his blunt onto his hardwood floor without a care.

  I couldn’t do shit but stare out the window at his amazing downtown Chicago view. His loft was amazing with the marble countertops, beautifully polished floors and huge thick paned windows. I loved lounging in his oversized circle bed while watching his 70-inch screen TV. When I came here it was like stepping into luxury. It was a far cry from my shabby ass apartment.

  Tee was my fallback nigga, a one-night stand that ended up lasting more than one fucking night. For three years I had been fucking this nigga on and off. It was on when Jeremiah would get on dumb shit with me and off when he and I were on good terms. I mostly used Tee to get over my feelings of loneliness and despair whenever I couldn’t see, speak, or be near the one person I needed the most. At first Tee was cool with our situation, just being friends with benefits. But within the last year he had started changing the shit up on me for some reason, getting all tied up into his feelings.

  “I haven’t fucked anybody else, Tee. Nobody but Jeremiah,” I assured him crawling my naked ass up out of the bed.