Kevin Gates Stories Novels & Stories

he said, already moving toward it, pulling it open, the afternoon air rushing in sharp and immediate. We stepped out into the narrow back yard and Kevin pulled the door shut behind us, his hand finding my arm steering me toward the side gate, fast and quiet, and I could hear the front door being worked from the street, not a knock anymore, something more deliberate, more certain, the sound of people who had stopped pretending they were here to talk. We got through the side gate and onto the back street and Kevin said "run" and I didn't argue. We ran. Half a block, a full block, Kevin's hand still on my arm pulling me into the gap between two buildings where we pressed flat against the wall a

Chapter 42 Rebecca Xiao POV After I washed my face, I went to go and check on Kevin’s injuries... When I heard him on the phone it sounded like he is talking to his son... Carla never said he had a son. When I hear him say Raven my heart skips a beat... It cannot be how would they even know each other? And Kevin has not been in the city in a year. So, there is no way they could meet right? He has to stay here for the foreseeable future, by the time he is discharged we’ll be long gone. Or that is what I tell myself.

The gateman and the driver were staring at us in bewilderment. 'Adamu, please open the gate.' Mom said as soon as she entered the car. 'Aah Aah. Madam, Abeg take am easy. Make Oga come first.' 'Open the Gate, my friend.' He jumped at the intensity of her voice and he exchanged a brief glance with the driver before he opened the gate. She zoomed off without a backward glance. 'Uthman, wetin happen? Why Madam dey pack comot?'

Gwyneth’s POV “Where’s Kevin?” I asked Kezza when I entered the kitchen and I see no body figure of him. Where that punk did went? I told him earlier to wait for me because I will just fix myself. I am not sure if he’s with the jerks, since most of them seems like doesn’t like his presence to be here. “He went home, and if you’re going to ask us why that is, I am sorry but I am not in the right place to tell you a story.” Samantha was the one who responded

“Control made sense. If you controlled enough things, nothing could fall apart.” Kevin looked at me carefully. “That sounds exhausting.” “It worked.” “Did it?” I looked ahead instead of answering. He didn’t push. After a moment, I glanced sideways at him. “So why haven’t you been married?” That landed differently. I felt it immediately. Kevin’s expression changed slightly—not closed off, just quieter. “I got close a few times,” he admitted after a second. “Wrong timing mostly.” “You don’t strike me as someone afraid of commitment.” “I’m not.” He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets. “But I spent a lot of years building businesses instead of relationships.”

Keith had explained. That was years ago, when Von Quavo was even still alive. The bodyguard in charge opened the gate for me, but I didn’t drive in. “Is Keith back?” I asked him with deep anticipation. I was able to mask my anticipation from him anyway. “No, he isn’t,” he answered. “Then why do you have the gate unlocked?” I asked him after dealing with the disappointment that settled in my chest upon his response. “It is almost midnight,” I added by stating the obvious.

Kevin asked appearing besides me. “Honey meet my ex Tony Sands. Don’t worry if the name doesn’t ring a bell, his family isn’t well known. Tony meet my fiancé Kevin Watson, co- CEO of WilGas.” I introduced them. They stared at each other, embarrassed. “Let’s dance babe.” I grabbed Kevin. “ Nice catching up Tony. I won’t be attending your wedding, but I will be sure to send thirty pieces of silver as a gift. Bye.” “What was that about?” Kevin asked as we danced.

"We'll wait here, you go talk to the boss." Getting up from the table, Kevin attempted to discretely adjust the bulge in his pants. He exited the room and closed the door behind him, standing in the hallway and trying to replay the events in his head. He was so excited to tell Justine and Kelsey about what had happened, they would never believe him even though it was just a door away. Power walking down the hall, he arrived in the lobby, approaching his fiancée and her friend with a smirk on his face. He was feeling a bit awkward and still unsure of what exactly was going to happen next.

I did. I only had one thing to say. "Enjoy prison." Then I hung up. That was the end of Kevin's story. No one waited for him. No one felt sorry for him. Nothing was left. As for me? I was doing just fine. And things were only getting better.

“What's up? Kevin didn't lose his memory, how could he lose his entire suit?” Emily wanted to call Kevin to ask, but when she looked at the clock, she guessed he had already arrived home, maybe even talking to his mother, so she had to put this question aside. If she remembered correctly, it was one of the suits she made for him when he arrived on the north side of the city. While Emily was thinking of situations similar to those in the story: some perverted partner would steal her husband's clothes or ask her husband to give him the clothes before cooperating, Kevin had just turned the car into the big gate.