Tupac

I sit in my car, in front of Adrienne's apartment complex.

If she has my stuff, she knows.

She knows all of it.

I fucked everything up, she ain't gonna want nothing to do with a nigga like me.

I'm gonna lose her.

Thirty minutes pass before I can make myself get out of my car and walk up the stairs to her apartment door.

I knock, twisting the ring on my middle finger nervously.

When she comes to the door, she doesn't look at me, she just opens it and walks away. I let out a breath, before closing it behind me.

Adrienne goes into her bedroom and comes out with her overnight bag from yesterday.

"So how'd that search at your place pan out?" She asks, I know she already knows the answer. But how'd she even know that they were coming. She saved my ass.

When I don't answer, she speaks again.

"So they didn't find anything right?" She asks, a sarcastic tone in her voice.

I watch as she walks over to the kitchen table and dumps out everything in it.

My vest, guns, floor plans, weed.

All of my stuff.

My breath gets caught in my chest.

"Baby.. I-"

She holds up a hand, making me go silent. I've never seen her like this. Angry.

Its like she's having a meltdown.. But she won't even make eye contact with me. We just stand there in silence, both of us looking at all the stuff on the table.

"So when were you gonna tell me?" She asks, sitting down at the table. I stare at her, my hands in my pockets. When was I gonna tell her? Was I ever gonna tell her at all?

"I couldn't." I choke out, my voice lower than I intended.

Adrienne picks up one of my guns, flipping it over in her hand.

"How many people have you killed?" She asks, I try to swallow the lump in my throat. They say the truth will set you free, but not in my case, not right now.

Right now I feel a weight.. The weight of possibly losing this girl that I think I love.

"How many?" She repeats, a little louder, still looking down at my gun in her hand.

I honestly don't know.. I stopped counting months ago.

"I don't know." I say, she chuckles, but I know it isn't because this is funny, its because she's hurting. No answer to any of the questions she asks today will make this any better for either of us.

"How much money have you stolen?" She puts the gun down, but her eyes stay focused on it.

I let out a breath.

"Somewhere around three million."

Adrienne buries her head in her hands, and doesn't speak for a while. I clear my throat, trying to put my words together.

"When I met you.. I wanted to change." I say.

She looks up at me and scoffs.

"Was this before or after you killed somebody in front of me, and pointed a gun in my face?" Our eyes meet, and guilt takes over me. Her eyes are red, and I can tell that I've deeply hurt her, which breaks me, mentally and physically.

"Adrienne, what was I supposed to do?" I say, walking closer to her, but she gets up from her seat, holding up one of her hands.

"Do not touch me." She says.

"Please don't do that, don't act like I'm a monster." I say, but she shakes her head, tears starting to flow down her face.

"You're a liar.." She says, her voice breaking.

"I told you I wasn't a good man Dri. I tried to stay away from you. I did. Because you don't deserve what's happening right now-"

"You tried? You never tried. From the moment I got there you just kept pushing and pushing for me to be in your life!" She yells, "Why didn't you just leave me alone? Why me?"

I bite my bottom lip, not knowing what to say.

If I told her the reason I couldn't leave her alone, she wouldn't even believe me right now.

"I don't trust you." She says, "I need your key." She adds, walking over to me and holding out her hand. She still isn't looking at me.

"Adrienne..." I say, making her eyes meet mine.

"I said give me your key."

I reach into my pocket, pulling out the spare key to her apartment and placing it in her hand.

"You can get your shit and leave now." She says, folding her arms over her chest.

"Please. Just wait.." I say, but she just shakes her head, walking away from me.

I grab all my stuff, putting it back into the bag she had it in, before heading towards the door, a lump in my throat, as I hold back tears.

"Dri." I say, she turns towards me, tears in her eyes.

"Are we done?"

"I don't know Tupac."

~

Adrienne didn't come to work tonight. A part of me figured she wouldn't, but the other part of me just hoped to see her.

I fucked up so bad.

I gotta fix this, but I don't even know where to start. Telling her the whole truth will only hurt her more than it'll fix anything.

Just as I light a blunt, someone knocks on my office door.

I look down at my watch, everybody should be gone by now so who the fuck is it.

"Its open." I say.

Kiada comes into my office, I suck my teeth, waving her off.

"What is it?" I ask, but she just walks around my desk, sitting on top of it in front of me. She has a smirk on her face, as she folds her arms over her chest.

"Let's see if I read this situation right." She says, before clearing her throat.

"You've been in here all night, drinking and smoking your pain away, and Adrienne never came to work tonight, which means, you told her." She says, but I don't say anything.

"Or maybe. She found out because dumb and dumber tried a solo mission last night."

I suck my teeth.

"What the fuck do you want Kiada?" I say, putting my blunt out.

"Smoopie, you did this to yourself." She says, calling me by the old nickname she used when we were in highschool.

"You chased after this goodie two shoes who you knew wouldn't accept the real you, which is Pac, the nigga who runs the streets. She can't handle that." Kiada says, flipping her hair over her shoulder, showing her tattoo of me.

I thought she would've had it covered by now.

"You know I was always there for you.. Good, bad, ugly. She found out one thing about you and ran for the hills."

I let out a breath, sinking into my seat A little. Kiada was there for me when I first started hustling, she helped when she could, she covered my ass when she could.. Maybe she's right.

Kiada picks up my glass of Hennessey and takes a sip, before moving onto my lap.

"You'll get her out of your system, just like all the other girls you thought you wanted." She squishes my chin in her hand.

"And I can help."

Kiada places a soft kiss on my lips, I lean into it, longing to feel something familiar. I get up from the chair, sitting her on the desk without breaking the kiss.

My hand makes its way up her thigh, she let's out a soft moan, making me let her of her and back up.

I can't do this. I'm not in my right mind..I know where my heart is, and its not with Dada anymore.

"What's wrong?" She asks, a smirk on her face.

I let out a frustrated breath before plopping down into my office chair.

"Get out." I say.

"Smoopie-"

"Go Kiada." I say, making her suck her teeth. She chuckles a little, hopping down from the desk.

"Well, since you're gonna run back to her, now you got one more secret to tell her." Kiada winks at me before walking out of my office and closing the door.

Fuck.

I throw the Hennessey glass across the room, it hits the wall and shatters, like everything else in my life.

Adrienne put herself on the line for me today by getting my shit out the house before the cops got there.

If she hated me she wouldn't have done that... We can't be done.. She can't be letting me go.

I'm not letting her go.

I get up from my desk and grab my car keys. Guess I should head home for the night to make sure Renny alright, and to make sure Sherita cleaned my house like I told her to.

After locking my office door and heading downstairs, I go out the back door of the club and lock up behind me.

Just as I turn around, I'm met by a gun in my face.

"Heard ya boys was locked up. Det mean yeen got no back up." My eyes lock with JT, a nigga that's been a problem for a real long time.

A few months before Adrienne got here, one of his boys tried to rob Black Cotton. Of course I couldn't have that, so I made that nigga disappear. Turned out that nigga was his brother, younger brother at that. Maybe if I had known I would've handled it a lil different.

It is what it is. But JT been a problem every since.

"Ain't neva needed my boys, if that's what you implying." I chuckle, folding my arms over my chest.

"Nah. What I'm implying is that you gon die tonight." He says, still pointing the gun at my face.

"Look man. Ian really in the mood for your shit right now so-" I pull my gun from my waistband and shoot him in the foot, he staggers back and fires his gun, the bullet pierces my chest. I grab the wound, applying pressure to it.

"I'm a man of my word." JT says, raising his gun again.

Before he can shoot, I do, Putting a bullet right between his eyes.

I take a deep breath, putting my gun away and pulling my hand away from my chest that's covered in blood.

"Fuck." I say, wincing in pain.

I look down at the pool of blood forming around his body, before the world starts to spin and I get light headed. Headlights blind me as I fall to the ground.

Everything goes black.

~ end of chapter

Hey guys, hope you enjoyed this chapter. Things just keep getting worse and worse for Pac huh? Lol. But thanks for reading, love ya -Zayla💓