Never Love Another

K.C. Mills

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 31 janvier 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648541605
• Langue: English

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Never Love Another


K.C. Mills
© 2019
Published by Leo Sullivan Presents
www.leolsullivan.com


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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.

Contents



Sha’Kim

Keaton

Naji

Sha’Kim

Rayna

Keaton

Naji

Senna

Sha’Kim

Naji

Rayna

Senna

Keaton

Sha’Kim

Naji

Senna

Rayna

Sha’Kim

Senna

Grey

Keaton

Naji

Rayna

Senna

Keaton

Sha’Kim

Keaton

Naji

Rayna


Authors Note

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I held a straight posture with my hands clasped together as I sat across from my little brother. My family . One of the few people in my life who I cared about more than myself, Keaton . He had been on tour, so I hadn’t seen him in almost six months, but we talked once or twice a week, so I could talk to my son, A’Keel.
Sometimes, I would just sit and listen to him playing his game, talking shit, and trying to explain to me what was going on with it since I wasn’t there with him to see it for myself. It didn’t matter if I just held the phone and listened to A’Keel, as long as I could hear his voice, and he knew I was there. Keaton also made sure I had money on my books for whatever I needed. However, in there, I didn’t require much. I stayed to myself and kept my head low so that nobody fucked with me, which, in turn, meant that I didn’t have to fuck with them. I could hold my own, always had, but once the clock started with me in this place, I vowed to keep my head low, do my time, and get out as soon as possible, so that I could get home to my son. A ten-year bid was what they gave me, but I was getting out after only seven.
“So, I’ll be in LA the day you get released. I tried my best to move shit around, but that’s the same day as my charity event and the last leg of my tour. I can’t miss that. You know I would reschedule, but I can’t bail on the kids, and with my show, you know how that goes. They’ll fine me out the ass if I cancel. A’Keel was supposed to fly out with me, but the second I told him you were getting out, his little ass shut me down quick.” Kee grinned, exposing his platinum grill again. “I have the jet ready for both of you to fly out that day to meet me there. You cool with that?”
“I don’t know if I can. Shit, I’m a felon, Kee.”
“Let me handle everything. I want you there. I’ll have you on a private jet, and it’s just for a few days. Fuck the bullshit. You’re not about to be living on the outside like you’re still on the inside.” His entire face hardened.
To my brother, it was that simple, but my life changed the second I took this bid. We both understood the reality of what that now meant.
I chuckled and nodded. “It’s whatever. I just want to see baby sis. I don’t have anybody else that I really fuck with, so LA for the weekend is cool with me.” There was no point in me arguing with him about it. Keaton was dead set on me being there with him, so I was gonna be there.
“Aight, I got you. It’s all set up, but I have to run. Three days, Kim. You ready?”
I nodded before lifting one hand and running it across my thick ass hair, which reminded me that I needed a cut, but it would wait until I was out of there. “Ready as I’ll ever be. More than anything, I’m ready to get back to my life. Spend some time with my Keel. You know, catch up with his little ass and really be a father to him.”
Keaton grew quiet for a minute, and I could see the regret seeping into his demeanor. This was the part I hated the most. I couldn’t erase the remorse or take it from him, but I damn sure didn’t want my little brother to carry the burden of a choice that I made for both of us.
“It’s on me, Kee. Lift your head. I made the decision when you begged me not to, and I would do it all over again. No regrets. Shit played out like it was supposed to.”
“I know, but you did the bid for me, and I just want you to know I really appreciate that shit, Sha’kim. I put that on God, I do. You didn’t know about A’Keel when you made the deal, and—”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re my little brother, and I would have still taken the deal. I know you appreciate it, or I wouldn’t have done it. I’m proud of you. You did exactly what we knew you were gonna do, so no regrets, aight?”
“No regrets.” Kee nodded and extended a closed fist to me, which I met with mine.
The guards squared up, giving a warning about contact, so I pulled back, not wanting any issues. I was too close to the finish line to have my freedom snatched away from me again.
“Besides, mama would have kicked my ass if it was you who ended up here and not me.”
I chuckled and leaned back in my chair, but my brother gave me the nastiest look, which was shadowed with something I couldn’t quite figure out. There wasn’t anything for him to be upset about because facts were facts. He was the baby boy of our lineage, and in our mama’s eyes, his all saint’s ass did no wrong.
I was the fuck up. In the streets buying low and selling high, but the bills had to be paid, and the bullshit ass job our mother kept wasn’t cutting it. Even in Bankhead where we grew up, which was the straight up projects, she couldn’t afford to keep clothes on our backs, food in our stomachs, and a roof over our heads without help. That’s where I came in. I put in work on the streets. It started with little runs at first until I realized I was good at it. Then, I started setting aside enough to pay the bills and flipped the rest.
Money was good. We weren’t rich, but we were comfortable, so I found my second home out there. Then Keaton decided he wanted to do this music thing, so I hustled harder. I had to. Studio time was expensive as hell. Then, there was money that he needed to buy tracks that he could rhyme over, and money needed to buy him a spot on playlists and gigs in clubs so he could be heard. Not to mention that with all the thousands we paid out, he wasn’t bringing in a damn dime. It was a slow process to get recognized.
I didn’t mind, nor did I ever complain. My little brother was talented as fuck, and he wasn’t just doing that mumble rap or talking about money and fucking hoes. He actually had something to say. I wanted him to make it more than I think he wanted it for himself.
For that reason alone, when he tried to hit the streets with me to make money and help that process, I let him do it, under my watchful eye of course. The process worked until it didn’t. The night we got pulled over was the worst night of my got damn life. It was Keaton who was holding. I didn’t fucking know until the cops searched my car and found it in his backpack, but I took the charge. I had to. Kee was gonna make it, and I loved him enough to make sure he did.
My only regret was the day that I was sentenced, my girl found out that she was pregnant with my son, but it was too late. It was a done deal, but things worked out. Keaton made it with the music thing. It took him another four years, but as of the last two, Keelow was doing his thing with two platinum releases, and his first indie project went Diamond.
Aside from the music thing, my brother was there for my son. He made sure I was able to be a part of A’Keel’s life as much as I could from behind these bars. I loved my brother for that the same way he loved me for doing this time. It required no thanks on either side, though, because we were family, and that was just what you did.
“Yeah, well Mama isn’t here now, and I ain’t no got damn saint. As proud as she would be of me, she’d be just as disappointed if she knew the real me.”
That sadness was there again. I never knew if it was just him missing her, or regrets, but it was always there.
I gripped the back of my neck and then chuckled. “Nah, she wouldn’t be disappointed. She would just blame me and make that shit my fault. Her baby boy could do no wrong, with your perfect ass.” I smirked, and he chuckled.
“You ain’t shit for that, but it’s true. She swore my ass was a got damn saint.” He nodded and then dropped his head.
“But you know she loved you too, Sha’kim.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s all good, Kee. Don’t sweat that shit.”
Nodding as confirmation, he looked around before his eyes landed on me again. It was no secret that he hated being there about as much as I did. Even if our roles were different, he was doing this time with me. It was like a dark cloud that had been hanging over Keaton’s head, and I was grateful that it was about to end.
“But, look. I have a flight to catch, so I need to run, but I got you all set up. I can’t wait R