𝐊-𝐈-𝐒𝐒-𝐈-𝐍-𝐆 - Chapter 13: Chapter 13

It was almost midnight. You and the rest of Nas' crew pulled up around the corner from Shawn's stash house in an all black van.
They couldn't just walk in and kill Shawn without his little friends he had posted up as his 'security guards' causing a scene and messing up everything.
Luckily, the stash house wasn't that far from your crib. So the plan was for you to go in, tell Shawn you were on your way home from your sister's and your car broke down around the corner. This would get Shawn to come out and 'help' you. Once he does, it's a wrap from there.
To be honest, Nas and the rest of the group could give a fuck who was outside guarding the house. They had no problem killing anyone in sight. They just wanted you to go in so they could see if you were actually doing this because you wanted Shawn dead or Nas.
If you went in there and didn't come back out, or if Shawn came out bussing shots at the van, then they would know you were leading them into a death trap.
"It shouldn't take you no more than five minutes to get that nigga out here. That's all I'm giving you. Five minutes, in and out." Nas instructed.
You nodded and got out of the vehicle. You walked down the sidewalk, making a right and arriving in front of the house in a matter of seconds.
"Hey, Bleek." You greeted one out of three of Shawn's homeboys guarding the door. Bleek was the only friend of Shawn's you were fond of.
"Wassup, Y/N? You looking for ya boy?"
"Yeah, is he in there?"
"Mhm, go on in." Bleek twisted the doorknob, opening the door for you.
You stepped in and headed straight for the kitchen where drugs and money were scattered all over the table.
Shawn was seated, counting the money and placing them in a black duffel bag.
"Hey, babe." You fake smiled as you approached him. You thought you would be way more nervous than you currently were.
Surprisingly, you had no intentions of backing out of this plan and wanted to get the whole thing over with. Shawn was a menace from the beginning and he deserved what was coming for him.
"Whatchu doin' here?" He questioned you while wrapping an elastic band around the stack he just finished counting.
"I was on my way home from Chelsea's and the car broke down outside. Can you come look at it please?"
Shawn nodded while stuffing the bag with more cash, "yeah just gimme a second."
You waited as he zipped the duffel bag and ran upstairs to hide it in his usual hiding spot. You looked down at your watch, seeing that two minutes have gone by.
You soon heard him making his way back downstairs, so you started to walk towards the front door.
Shawn followed behind you but you stopped in your tracks, alarmed at the sound of a gun being cocked and pressed against the back of your head.
"So who do I have to kill? You or the nigga you fucking?"
Now you were nervous. Confused, nervous, and scared.
But what got you the most was him really having the audacity to question your loyalty when you just caught him fucking someone else earlier today.
"W-what the fuck are you talking about?" Your voice trembled as you stood there, making sure not to make any sudden movements.
"I called you. Your phone was either off or dead. So I called your sister and she said you weren't with her. Where were you, Y/N?"
Fuck.
Back outside in the van, the crew was beginning to grow impatient. It was well past five minutes and they were certain you had told Shawn who was out there waiting for him.
"I knew that bitch was lying!" Cliff angrily exclaimed. "What we 'bout to do?!"
Nas immediately popped his glove compartment open and snatched his gun out. He checked to make sure there were enough bullets, while Earl and Cliff did the same with theirs.
"Keish, come get in the front." Nas instructed Keisha as he hopped out the driver's seat.
"Meet us in front of the house in two minutes." He said. Keisha nodded and got in.
"Let's go!" He signaled for Cliff and Earl.
The trio quickly ran to the stash house, instantly being met with Bleek and the other two men.
"Yo, what the fuck is these niggas doing he—" Bleek was cut off by Earl, who sent a right hook to his face.
The six of them fought until Shawn's crew was completely knocked out. Nas, Cliff, and Earl were all out of breath but they couldn't waste any time.
The van swerved around the corner where Keisha screamed out the window, "y'all hurry up!"
The boys were about to bum rush the house, aiming to end Shawn for good, when they heard a shot fire inside.
"The fuck?" Cliff furrowed his eyebrows and immediately opened the door.
There you were, shaking hysterically as you held the gun out in front of you. Shawn's body laid flat on the wooden floor with blood rushing out from his chest.
The last thing you wanted to do was kill someone yourself. That was not part of the plan. You've been around shit like this for most of your life hanging around these niggas, but never have you done any actual killing.
"Yo, what the fuck happened?!" Earl loudly questioned you in disbelief.
Nas hurriedly approached you and took the weapon out your hand. He was also in shock. He looked at you as tears ran down your face. You were a wreck.
"Come on, we gotta go." He softly said to you and tugged on your arm.
"B-but.. Nas I- what about him?" You pointed down at Shawn's lifeless body. "I can't go to jail!"
"You won't, don't worry. We'll handle it. Now come on." He dragged you out the house.
Earl sent three shots through Shawn's niggas who were still laying weak on the ground from their little brawl.
Everyone hopped in the van and Keisha sped off, driving back to Nas' crib.
One the way back, Nas called up someone to go clean up the bodies and mess they left behind, and of course to take all the money Shawn had hidden in there.
After arriving back at Nas' house, you were still shaken up by what just went down.
Everyone was kickin' it in the basement while you and Nas were upstairs in the living room. He brought you some water to relax as he rolled up a blunt.
"So what happened?" Nas was eager to know how you ended up being the one to take Shawn out.
You sighed and sat back comfortably on the couch. "He pulled his gun out on me because he thought I was out all day fucking around with another guy. When I told him I wasn't, he didn't believe me. I kept telling him to move the gun away from me but he refused and said he was gonna kill both me and whoever I was messing with."
You paused as you felt tears building up in your eyes. Nas put his half rolled blunt down on the coffee table and moved closer to comfort you as he placed arm around your shoulder.
You continued, "I knocked the gun out his hand and we started fighting to get it. I was so close, but I tripped and he dragged me away from it by my leg. When he let go, I quickly kicked him in his private area and ran for the gun. And then I just... I shot him."
By now, you were breaking down in Nas' arms. You were terrified. You were now a murderer. It was already bad enough that you were setting Shawn up. But to be the one pulling the trigger was another thing on its own.
"Hey, it's gonna be aight." Nas sweetly spoke to you. "It was basically self defence. If you didn't kill him, he was gonna kill you. Please don't cry, Y/N." He pulled you in closer as you cried uncontrollably.
"Y/N, look at me." Nas lifted your head up from his chest. He swiped away your tears with his thumbs and cupped your face. "I ain't gon' let anything happen to you, I promise."
He continued, "I won't lie, I almost doubted you tonight. I thought you were bein' his snitch, but now I know. It's still gonna take same time for me and the rest of them to fully trust you again, but you have my word on this. I won't let anything happen to you."
You sniffled and simply responded with an 'okay' as you gave him a faint smile. You were exhausted.
Nas planted a kiss on your forehead, and then one on your cheek. In that moment, you'd never felt more safe. For as long as you've known Nas, he's always been a man of his word.
His reassurance was making you feel better. You thought to yourself how life would've been had you not chosen to be with Shawn.
Guilt started to rush over you again. "I'm really sorry, Nas." You blurted out and looked down at your fingers as you nervously picked at the tips.
"About what?"
"Everything."
Nas picked up on what you were referring to and sighed. "What's done is done, Y/N. We can't change the past, all we can do is move forward."
You nodded, still looking down at your fingers. "Well, I should get going. I'm really tired, I just wanna sleep." You got up from the couch.
"Wait." Nas stood up and you turned around to face him. "You should lay low with us. Just until tomorrow. I'll give you everything you need to shower with and some clothes."
You reluctantly agreed and followed Nas upstairs to one of the guest rooms. He provided you with everything he said he would and insisted you make yourself feel at home.
After taking a nice hot shower, you spent the next hour trying your hardest to fall asleep. You were pretty much about knock out when you were downstairs but now that you're alone, all the thoughts from the events of tonight started replaying in your head.
You sat up and just sat there for a minute before getting out of the bed and slowly opening the bedroom door.
You walked out, strutting down towards Nas' room. You pressed your ear against the door, realizing that he was still awake as you listened while he was on the phone.
"It's done? - Aight, cool. - You got the money? - Aight. - Yeah. - No doubt. - One."
Once he hung up, you lightly knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Y/N."
You heard him walking to the door and you stepped back as he opened it. "What's up? You good?"
You shook your head, "I can't sleep."
Nas' face softened up. He held on to your hand and led you inside, closing the door behind you.
There was a comfortable silence as you two got into his bed. He held his arm out for you to come to him and cuddle, which you did.
Again, Nas left a kiss on your forehead. But he decided to follow up by gently tilting your head up to him and leaving a peck on your lips.
You kissed him back, and the pecks soon turned into a very intoxicating kiss.
He laid you on your back and hovered over you, moving away from your lips and attacking your neck.
He then spoke to you, "is it okay if I make you feel good?"
"Yes." You replied.
Nas lifted up the oversized t-shirt he gave you, leaving trails of sloppy kisses down from your breasts to your stomach.
As he got lower, he was happy to see you weren't sporting any panties. He lowly growled at the sight of your pearl and wasted no time licking and attaching his lips to your most sensitive area.
You let out an airy gasp as you gripped on to the bed sheets and wrapped your legs around his neck.
His tongue flicked up and down your clit, causing you to moan out loud and run one of your hands through his waves.
He slurped and sucked, doing everything that would make a woman fall in love with him. You almost slipped up but caught yourself before you could say those three words. He was playing a dangerous game.
Nas smirked against your wet core before going back to feasting on what was now his.
Your chest started heaving, and breaths became harder as you felt your reaching your climax.
"Nas!" You moaned.
He knew it was time and seconds later, you were flowing out all over his mouth. He didn't miss a single drop.
Nas wiped away your juices and came up to make you taste yourself. You moaned into the erotic kiss as your tongues swirled around one another's.
He pulled away and laid back down, wrapping his arms around you. "How you feel?"
"A lot better." You responded and you both drifted off to sleep.