August 10th

"You still with dat Summer broad?" Jamel asked King as they walked through the trap house.

"Autumn? And nah, I got a new shorty." He replied pulling out his phone and showed him his lock screen.

"Oh, she bad bad, what her name is?"

Laughing, King shook his head sliding his phone back in his pocket.

"Renae." He answered and Jamel smirked. "Different, I fuck with it."

"Mhm." King hummed following him up the stairs.

"So how long are you gonna be here?"

"I'm not here to stay, I gotta head back up for my girl birthday but I'll be driving back and forth until I can get shit popping up in Virginia," King told him as they walked inside the meeting room.

"Oh shit." Tyron, Jamel's brother spoke.

"When da hell did you get back here?" He asked embracing King into a hug.

"Like two days ago."

"And yo ass just now popping up?" He asked.

"I had to give yo brotha' da run down on some shit, but what you got for me?" King asked cutting straight to the point.

"Depends on what you tryna do." He replied sitting down and King sat at the end of the table.

"I'm tryna be my own boss woe."

"Like last time?" They both asked and King nodded. "What happened up in Virginia?"

"It ain't me, I'm not used to niggas telling me what to do. Plus my shorty is related to my co-boss and we ain't really been tight like before." He told them.

"And, da rules up there corny." He added.

"Y'all got rules nigga?" They both asked and King laughed.

"It was a gang I was in, a bunch of young bulls. But da big homie tried to tell me dat I gotta get my girl jumped in since she kin to my homeboy. I told dat nigga to beat my ass or get up off me."

"And what he say?" They asked, "He paid me what he owed and let my ass leave like I knew he would. They know I'm not one for da games and y'all should know dat as well." He replied and they chuckled.

"So in order for you and shorty to date, she gotta get jumped in?" They asked and he nodded.

"And gotta be a pawn for da sneaky shit we do, like robberies, hiding our weed and guns in her crib, wack shit like dat." He told them and they shook their head.

"And you stayed in dat wack ass shit for almost three years?" They asked and he laughed.

"I needed some money."

"Nigga you wasn't hurting dat damn bad, I'm glad yo ass did come back, 'cause dat definitely won't it for you." Jamel told him.

"How yo girl gon' feel about you driving back and forth here?"

"I'll talk to her about it, I'm sure she won't care. I gotta do what I gotta do." He replied pulling out his phone seeing that Renae was calling.

Hitting ignore, he set his phone on the table and Jamel and Ty gave him a look.

"Did you just hang dat phone up?"

"I'll call her back after dis." He answered, "Nigga you better call dat fine ass girl back." Jamel spoke and King gave him a look.

"She bad?" Tyron asked and Jamel chuckled nodding.

"She pretty as hell."

"Aye, watch yourself. Homies or not, I'll jaw yo ass." King warned meaning every word and Tyron laughed.

"Dat nigga in love." They teased and King shrugged.

"Let me be dat, but watch what you say about her." He told them and Jamel laughed putting his hands up.

"Aight woe, let's get dis shit together."

"You just wanna start with running one trap house?" Ty asked and King nodded.

"Just one." He replied picking his phone up seeing Renae calling again.

Getting up, King stepped away to answer.

"Wassup?" He spoke. "Why'd you decline my call?" She asked.

"I'm in'a lil meeting, but wassup?" He asked. "Never mind, I'll call you later." She replied hanging up.

Pulling the phone from his ear, he stared at the screen for a moment.

"You pissed her off."

**

Virginia's Dance Studio

"Are you ok with this?" Melton, Renae's temporary trainer asked as they stretched.

"I just tried to call my boyfriend, you see where that got me." She replied standing up and did toe touches.

"Ok, well let's get started." He told her as he walked over towards the speaker and hit play.

Ginuwine So Anxious began to play.

"Ok so you hear the tic toc sound in the background?" He asked and she nodded.

"What I want you to do is just focus on letting your entire body loose." He instructed, nodding, she watched him for a moment.

"With a hip roll, you gotta be more sexual with it Nae, don't be scared to touch yourself." He told her as he restarted the song.

"Renae."

"Huh?" He asked, "Renae... it's Renae." She corrected, chuckling, he gave her a look then nodded.

Nine o'clock (Nine o'clock), home alone (home alone), paging you (Paging you)

"Splits are something you like to do?" He asked and she laughed nodding.

"Ok, I don't want you to always rely on that. I know you can do more than that." He spoke grabbing a chair and took a seat.

"Picture me as your boyfriend."

Furrowing her brows, she stared at him strangely.

"... ok." She mumbled.

Wishing you'd come over my place (My place)

After while (After while), let me know (Let me know)

Dancing in front of him, he nodded looking for key points she had to work on.

"Don't be scared to touch yourself, the song is sexual." He reminded turning his hat backward and leaned forward nodding to the best.

We can't just keep talking about the last time (Last time) You were here (You were here)

Lifting her right leg up, she leaned back slowly and flipped backward landing in a split.

"Don't get up yet, since you're down in that split let me see how sexual you can get." He told her as he rewinded the song back a little.

What we did (What we did)

(No sleep till morning)

"I don't know what you want me to do." She spoke sitting up.

"I kind of figure that." He replied motioning for her to get up.

After restarting the song, he sat back down and waved her over.

Nine o'clock (Nine o'clock), home alone (home alone),

Straddling him, Melton cautiously placed his hands on her waist and guided her.

"Stop being scared." He said noticing that she was holding back.

Trying to push the negative thoughts away, she took a deep breath before she started dancing again.

Paging you (Paging you) wishing you'd come over my place (My place)

Letting his hands explore her body, she moved his hand when he touched her breast.

Chuckling, Melton stood up and turned her around allowing her to wrap her legs around him.

After while (After while), let me know (Let me know) we can't just keep talking about the last time (Last time)

Holding her securely, he moved down towards the floor and he held her waist as he thrusted into her backside then grabbed her legs and flip her around.

Lifting her right leg, he started to grind on her.

Each time he felt on her breasts she pushed his hand away.

You were here (You were here)

What we did (What we did)

(No sleep till morning)

"Relax." He told her when she tried to push him off of her.

Only bubble baths (Bubble baths)

And back rubs (Back rubs)

Hit me back (Hit me back)

Sitting up on his knees, he held her leg up and thrusted into her.

Renae, trying to keep the flashbacks from coming in, had a hard time focusing.

Girl I hope you hurry 'cause

I'm sooooo anxiousss, so meet me at eleven-thirty

"Stop." She said pushing on his chest when he started to get a little carried away.

I love the way your talkin' dirty said I'm

Sooo anxious girl could you quit this stallin'

"Stop." She repeated pushing his hand away when he tried to touch her.

Ignoring her, Melton grabbed her hands and held them above her head as he started to get a little rough.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she felt her body shutting down as she started to freak out.

"GET OFF OF ME!" She screamed swinging wildly at him.

"Yo what the hell?" He asked covering his face as he got up.

"You reached out to me did you not?" He asked grabbing her arm forcefully when she tried to go for her things.

"It was a mistake, let me go." She replied snatching away from him.

"You wasted my time for this bullshit?" He asked grabbing her arm, off of reflex, she swung hitting him in the face.

"See..." He began as he held his cheek.

"I was gonna leave you alone." He spoke before he charged at her.

Screaming, Renae tried to fight him off but failed miserably.

Pushing her up against the wall, he covered her mouth as he pulled her leggings down.

Shaking her head fearfully, her eyes grew watery as she beat on his chest trying to get him away from her.

Laughing, Melton grabbed her hands and held them as he used his other hands to fondle her vagina area.

After taking of advantage of her, he purposely let himself off on her stomach then laughed fixing his jeans.

"I bet you won't pick another dancer off of the internet anymore." He teased as he grabbed his things while she sat in the corner with her knees pulled up crying softly.

"You lucky I ain't fuck yo pretty ass." He added before leaving out.

Sliding down to the floor, she slammed her fist onto the floor repeatedly as she cried her heart out.

Every time she felt as if her life was coming together, there was always Satan sitting in the back ready to snatch her joy and that's exactly what he did.

Take away her joy.

**

2 hours later

"Still no answer?" Bryson asked Egypt as they sat out in the dance studio's parking lot.

"Nope, it goes straight to voicemail." She replied trying to call Renae for the 8th time.

"Let me try." He said picking up his phone and dialed her number.

Like Egypt, the call went straight to voicemail.

"You said she's not inside?" He asked, "Nope, I went in there and none of her stuff is inside. Dajon said she hadn't been home and her boyfriend is out of town... so where could she be?"

"That's not like her." He spoke as he back out of the driveway.

"Maybe she's with some friends?"

"Who? She doesn't like anyone out here." Egypt reminded and he furrowed his brows.

"I thought she liked Malik's sister?"

"No, she said she doesn't trust her and neither do I." She replied as she tried to call Renae again but the phone went to voicemail.

"Where is she?"

**

New Orleans (7:30 that evening)

"How much do they normally bring in like two weeks?" King asked Jamel as he looked over his 'employees'

"Five grand a week, twelve grand a month, they ain't great at what we do but they ain't da worst." He answered as they walked into the kitchen where Lamont was making the dope.

"Dat ain't bad, I'm sure we can improve it soon." He replied as he pulled out his ringing phone.

"When I'm there don't nobody hit my line." He spoke before answering Malik's call.

"Wassup?"

"Aye... um... has Renae called you?" He asked and King furrowed his brows.

"Earlier, why?"

"She ain't been home since one this afternoon." He announced, "Did y'all see if she was at da studio or library?" King asked stepping outside.

"She ain't there, Dajon said the last time he spoke to her, she told him she was heading to the studio... but she ain't there." He told him and King started to worry.

"Did y'all call her?"

"Calls going straight to voicemail." He replied, rubbing the back of his neck, King looked up to the night sky and sighed.

He should've answered her call.

"Let me try to call her, I'll call you back."

"Aight man." He spoke before King ended the call.

"Shit." He mumbled when the call went right to voicemail.

"What's going on bro?" Jamel asked joining King outside.

"I don't even know... I gotta cut dis visit short." He replied removing his keys from his pocket.

"Everything alright back home?" Jamel asked.

"Man.... I hope so."

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