Later that Day
I was now back home, ready to get in the shower and figure some shit out. Rudy called checking on me but also told me about this guy that was looking for me. Apparently he was in this gang called sniper some shit I ain't never hereof. The only beef I have is with The Caprios unless that nigga was working for him or something. What made it worse was I was physically unable to defend myself. I fucking wasted my energy on Grant's bitch ass. My right hand is broken, Dreux decided to go on vacation during the worst time possible. I was crippled as hell. I was so irritated I struggled taking my shirt off. "Shit" I said
"Josie" I called.
"Yes" she answered.
"Come here real quickly" I spoke.
Josie
I stopped curling my hair once I heard him. I had to take my dad to a doctor's appointment and then go to this interview about this job. I walked in his room to see him standing there in the bathroom. "Yeah" I answered.
"Can you help me take this off? He asked. "Umm sure" I said. I helped him pull up but it wasn't trying to come off. "I don't know why you didn't just leave with the gown on" I said
"Hell no, I aint wearing that shit" he said. "Lift your arm up" I said getting in front of him. I pulled his shirt up placing it on the sink. Those glistening abs never failed to amaze me. I felt so bad he injured himself yet again he just can't catch a break. "And unbuckle my belt too" he said. Oh God! I could feel him looking down at me and he wasn't being discreet about it. I tried unfastening his belt but was having problems. "I can't take it off" I said. "Just move it to the side" he said. "Oh" I moved the buckle, watching his pants fall to the ground. I didn't dare look up or down, this was awkward as hell just tension and I know he got a kick out of making me uncomfortable. "Um, you may want to wrap that cast, you don't want it to get wet" I told him
"I'm good" he said. "Okay" I awkwardly walked out going back to my room.
Hours Later
I really felt a house wife, I really take care of this dude but I simply can't get a raise but that was okay. I was going to continue to be super-duper nice to Ricky so he won't suspense a thing. Morgan was right under him showing him something on her iPad. I handed them both of plate of dinner I made. I made hamburgers and fries. "Do you need me to cut them in squares for you... blend it up in a shake" I said. He mugged me taking his plate "Make a ground beef smoothie" Morgan laughed. "Ya'll want to be a comedians so bad. Thing one and thing two" he said taking a bite. I glanced at him while he ate "Is it good? I asked. He nodded his head along with Morgan. I sat on the edge of the couch next to him feeding him his coke through a straw. "I got it" he said. I laughed "Your left hand is sore and your right hand is broke" I said. My phone began ringing and it was Ron from the club I jumped quickly answering it. I got up
"H-hey"
"Wassup Josie just calling to see if we can change the time to 5pm" he asked. "Yes, that's fine" I said. Ricky looked up being nosey as hell.
"Sorry for the inconvenience" he said
"Oh no, that's no problem. I will see you in a bit" I said. "Okay bye" he said
"Who's that? He asked.
"I have to take my dad to his appointment" I said catching my breath. "That's not what I asked" he gave me a suspenseful look while eating a fry. "It was my dad" I said. Damn, was I really selling this?
"Okay" he said. "I um, I have to get my dad. I don't know if you want company or not-
"I mean, I can't do anything. Go handle your business" he said. "Me and Mr. Ricky are going to watch Black Panther" she said excitedly.

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LEMONADE|| Keith Powers
FanfictionWhen life gives you lemons you make Lemonade? Josie Wilson, young vibrant 24 year old lost in this world trying to find her way. Left being a single mother and raising her 6-month old son Jace and baby sister Morgan. Ricky Santana aka (Slik) serious...
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