Page 3 of A Don & His Doll

“Is fat meat greasy?” Macie returned. “In this lifestyle sometimes we gotta sacrifice for the greater good. What’s it gonna be?”

“Okay,” Sienna cried. “Okay, I’ll do what you say. I’ll take the money, but where will I go? I’m wounded.”

That’s all Macie needed was her answer, and the rest was history. “It’s showtime. Y’all know what to do.”

As soon as Macie walked out the side exit and entered her car, she texted Abel.

You can stop holding up traffic now.

Abel: Alright.

Macie tossed her phone into the passenger seat, ignited her engine, then pulled out like she hadn’t shaken her son’s world in the most heinously and intentional way. She had meant every word when she said to Sienna about sacrificing for the greater good. She’s made her decision, and was beyond prepared to live with it.

As Monroe pulled up to the hospital, he didn’t even bother parking, or killing his engine for that matter. He simply didn’t give a fuck. He could get another car. But there was only one Sienna Davis, and Monroe loved her more than the air he breathed. She was his everything, and he showed her every day in every way imaginable.

“Sienna Davis! He barked at the receptionist. “I’m here to see… I need to see Sienna Davis,” Monroe told the receptionist sitting behind the desk.

The receptionist looked up, startled by the urgency in his voice, then quickly turned to her screen.“Just a second. Let me look that name up, and see where she is,” she replied.

Monroe paced the floor, his body buzzing, his chest tight, every second stretching longer than the last. He waited for directions that would lead him to Sienna’s side.

“Sir,” the receptionist said softly, standing now. “The doctor will be out to speak with you soon. You can have a seat in the waiting area if you’d like,” she suggested.

“Nah,” Monroe snapped. “I been sittin’ too long already. I need some fuckin’ answers immediately. Is she okay? Tell me somethin’.”

The desperation, love, and anger in Monroe’s eyes penetrated the receptionist's heart. It had been a while since she’d seen a man who’d loved a woman to that capacity, but she couldn’t be the one to break his heart.

“I’m calling the doctor right now. Just give me a second, please,” she calmly replied, dialing a direct extension instead of sending a message.

“Thank you,” Monroe said, continuing as he continued to pace the floor.

Seconds later, Truth and Syncere walked through the emergency sliding doors.

“There he go,” Syn muttered, his eyes quickly scanning the room.

“Aye’, Roe! What’s good, my nigga,” Truth greeted as soon as he saw Roe.

Quickly, they embraced like brothers, then got straight to the reason for their appearance.

“G called and told us what went down at yo’ spot, so we caught the first flight up here to see how you wanted to proceed,” Syn stated.

“Mu’fucka’s fuckin’ with the wrong ones today,” Truth blurted, ready to fuck some shit up as they spoke.

Monroe nodded, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the hallway as if staring hard enough might pull Sienna back to him.

“Everything a’ight wit’, sis?” Truth asked.

“I ain’t heard nothin’ yet. I’m still waitin’, man. My ass was caught in traffic for close to a fuckin’ hour and couldn’t move,” Roe told them, still pissed off about it.

“Sienna Davis,” The doctor called, his voice calm… Too calm.“Is the family of Sienna Davis here?” He looked around and waited patiently.

“Yes, that’s me,” Monroe answered, rushing towards the doctor.

“I’m Dr. Collins. Do you happen to know where Sienna’s parents are, or–”

“Nah, it’s just us doc,” Syncere spoke up because he knew Monroe didn’t have many more words left. He just needed to see his lady.

Dr. Vaughn took a deep breath, his expression heavy. “I’m grieved to inform you this evening that Sienna didn’t make it. She was shot eight times, and we were able to remove six of the bullets, but one struck a major artery. We were unable to stop the bleeding. She also lost the baby. She was seven weeks pregnant.”