Rich Boy Mafia 2

It was 2 AM when Ryan got home. She had really enjoyed herself with Prince. It was dark so she assumed that King had left plus his car was gone.
“Oh shit, King! What the hell are you doing sitting up in the dark?” As soon as she had opened the door he was sitting there in the foyer with a blunt in his hand.
“Did you fuck him?” Ryan was taken aback by his question.
“You have some fucking nerve, King. You don’t want me but as soon as someone else shows interest in me you act crazy. I’m tired of this shit with you!” Tears had begun to fall. She had thought going out with Prince would open his eyes but it didn't.
“You sick of this shit but you’re the one that fucked up – not me. But don’t get it twisted, Ma, you’re still my fucking wife. You need to dead that shit with my mans.”
“Are you fucking serious? You out here doing you so I’m doing me. Fuck you, King!” Before the words were out of her mouth King had grabbed her by the collar of her shirt.
“Don’t fucking play with me, Ryan. That nigga will be missing by tomorrow morning if you don’t get rid of him.” He let her go and walked out the house. Ryan slid to the floor and cried. She couldn't understand why King was acting like this. They hadn't been together as a couple in over six months.
King sat in his car in the garage and thought about how he was acting. Was he wrong? He couldn't help it when it came to Ryan. Maybe it was time for him to get his shit together and go home. Yeah she fucked up but it was obvious he couldn’t shake her. That was his heart and he was ready to make shit right.
That night Ryan cried herself to sleep. She loved King but it seemed as if their relationship had caused her nothing but turmoil. How much more could she take from King?
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King sat in disbelief as he read the papers he had received in the mail. He couldn't believe that had really served him divorce papers. He wasn't ready to let go. He was ready to fight for his family but it may have been too late. He hadn't told Ryan yet, but he had hired an investigator because everything that happened between them seemed suspicious, especially the cameras being in their home. He had found out who was responsible; Tish. Not only that but she had been seen with Imran and that didn't sit well with him. He already knew what had to be done but he wanted his wife to know that he was over it and wanted to come home. He wanted to tell her how sorry he was for acting an ass without thinking. He never gave her the opportunity to explain the video. Instead, he acted on emotion and that may have cost him his family.
Sending those papers was the hardest thing Ryan ever had to do. She fought with herself long and hard about it but it seemed as if King didn't want her and Prince wasn't going anywhere, even though she was getting tired of him already. As Ryan was walking in the door her phone rang. She rolled her eyes when she realized it was Prince.
"Hello?" she answered with a bit of irritation in her voice.
"Where the hell you at?" he barked through the phone. He had become real possessive over the last few months.
"At home. Why?" Ryan had been thinking about packing up her kids and moving far away from all the bull.
"Don't fucking play with me, Ryan. I need you at my house pronto. A nigga hungry."
"Okay, Prince." With that Ryan hung up. She had to come up with a plan to get away from him. Truth be told, she was scared of him. He had a crazy side that Ryan had the pleasure of seeing once before. Ryan took a minute for herself before gathering her things to head over to Prince’s house. Thank god Mia had picked the kids up earlier and they wouldn't be back until later on. She didn't want her son to see Prince disrespect her again. The fairy tale that she had experienced early in their relationship had turned into a nightmare.