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Breeze’s eyes were still half-closed as she headed into the bathroom. Beep, beep. She frowned as she heard the beep that signaled that someone had opened one of the house’s doors.
Primo was in bed and Dior didn’t have the code to the alarm system, so the alarm would have gone off if anyone was in the house.
She sat down on the toilet and told herself that she was hearing things because she was tired. She hated getting up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night.
Breeze was wiping herself when she heard the bedroom door open. She eased off of the toilet and tip-toed over to the bathroom door. Her eyes grew wide as two men stood over her bed.
“Wake the fuck up!” one of the men yelled before he hit Primo in the face with the butt of his gun.
Breeze placed her hand over her mouth as she immediately recognized the voice. It was Chance from Supreme Dynasty.
After all she’d gone through to throw Supreme Dynasty off of her trail they were standing in her bedroom,
How had they found them? How had they gotten past the alarm system?
Primo groaned in pain as he looked up at the men. He was groggy and it was dark, but he recognized the men. He ran his hand across Breeze’s side of the bed. T was empty and he wondered where she was at.
“I told yo’ ass we’d find you,” Jay told Primo.
Breeze’s eyes filled with tears as she watched from the cracked bathroom door. Jay was the leader of S.D and he had a bad temper. She had a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach.
“What the fuck you bitches doin’ in my bedroom?” Primo demanded.
“Tuckin’ you in, nigga.”
Jay and Chance both had their guns aimed at Primo.
“Tuck this—” Primo was reaching for the Glock that he kept next to his bed when the gunshots started.
Breeze was frozen in place as bullet after bullet tore through Primo’s body. His body jerked with each bullet that hit him.
Click. Click. Click.
Jay and Chance were out of bullets.
“Let’s go!” Shawn called from the bedroom doorway.
“What about the bitches?” Chance asked.
“Dior ain’t gon’ say shit if she want that money. If Breeze open her mouth we’ll let Trina take care of her.”
Money? What money was Chance talking about? What money did Dior want?
Chance, Jay and Shawn rushed out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
“Primo? Primo?”
Breeze’s breath was caught in her throat as she made her way over to the blood soaked bed.
“Baby... Baby wake up,” she cried.
She touched his bloody, bullet riddled chest with the tip of her hand and her knees felt weak.
“Oh God. God, no.”
Breeze grabbed Primo’s cell phone from the nightstand. She dialed 911 and put the phone up to her ear.
“Nine one, one. What’s your emergency.”
“They killed him. They killed him,” Breeze sobbed.
“Who ma’am? Do you need paramedics?”
“They killed him,” Breeze said again as she dropped down to her knees. “They killed him. He’s dead. Why? Why?”
It took the dispatcher almost five minutes to get the address from Breeze.
“First responders are on the way. Are you still there?” the woman asked.
Breeze dropped the phone and climbed onto the bed.
“I’m sorry baby. I’m so sorry,” she whispered as she laid her head on Primo’s chest.
She didn’t hear his heart beating. She didn’t feel his chest rising and falling. He was dead and Honey was wrong. Breeze would have preferred to see Primo in prison for the rest of his life than dead in their bed.
“I love you, Preston. I love you so, so much.”
Breeze heard sirens. She wished they could save Primo but she knew that they couldn’t. It was too late.