↞ Giovanni Maurice Wilson ∥ Gleesh ↠
Dallas TX// Wednesday, 10:21 PM.

I ran as fast as I could out the house, I had just robbed them out some jewelry, money and a couple other things.

They had woke up to they house being broken into, it was white folks so I got up outta there.

I ran behind some abandoned building stuffing the shit in my pockets looking around for where I parked my car . I took my mask off, and my shirt before spotting it .

I found it and walked like a normal person to it, once I hopped in I pulled off taking the highway .

I reached Bouka house and he looked at me like I was stupid. "Where the fuck is yo shirt? It ain't that hot outside."

"Ina car." I shrugged showing him the money.

"You just did some dumbass shit." He shook his head.

"How?" I chuckled.

"By yoself ? Nigga you coulda got caught."

"But I didn't."

"Could've." He said again. "How much that is?"

"Couple bands, I don't even know." I picked it up smiling . "Here." I gave him one.

"Ion want this dirty ass mon-yes I do." He took it.

"Fronting yo move." I laughed.

"Surprised you ain't with Face." He sat down on the couch.

"She working till 11, she been in that bitch since like 11 this morning."

"She must be closing."

"Yea." I nodded. "I don't know why you said it like I be with her everyday though." I laughed.

"Nigga y'all basically live together."

"I couldn't live with her and her bullshit." I lied.

"Know you lying, you wanna live with her deep down inside."

And what about it?

"Get the fuck out my face." I laughed.

A knock sounded off at the door and I looked through the peep hole seeing Myona .

I opened the door and she waddled in all pregnant. "I'm mad as hell you having a girl but it's okay, just let me name her."

"Name her what?" She laughed hugging Bouka before sitting down on the couch.

"Ion know yet." I sighed sitting down.

"He wanna name his daughter Keisha, fuck no." Bouka shook his head .

"No I don't." I laughed seeing Face calling me.

"Wassup bae." I smirked . "I'm playing, you off work?"

"Yes." She nodded blushing. "And you got me in your house when you not here."

"You didn't tell me you was going back to my house." I frowned.

"Can you just hurry up?"

"I'm on my way." I got up and she nodded hanging up.

"I'll be happy when y'all finally get together, shit."

"Right." Bouka agreed.

I flipped them off leaving out the house and I got in my car seeing police speeding the way I came from awhile ago.

Bitch I'm right here .

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"Can you just call in tomorrow? I was bored all day." I told Face as I fixed us some food.

"No." She shook her head. "I need the money."

"I can give you this weeks paycheck and next weeks right now." I eyed her.

"Or I can go to work and work for it."

"Ima just put the money in yo bank, you could really just stop working all together and focus on school."

"I need the money." She repeated herself .

"Didn't I just tell y-"

"I like making my own money." She chuckled.

"And I get that but you would be making yo own money when I give it to you, I don't just give people money for the fun of it."

"You tryna give it to me so I can stop working though."

"Exactly, that's not giving it to you for the fun of it." I said in a duh tone.

"Yes it is." She said .

I pulled her in front of me and she wrapped her arms around my torso. "Can I tell you something?"

"Mhm." She nodded.

"I see something in you, like real shit I know you heard niggas tell you 'you different' but when I say it, I really mean it. It's crazy Ian never met nobody like you or even close to it."

She smiled burying her face in my chest.

"Why you hiding." I chuckled pulling her head up.

She just laughed shyly. "I don't even know what to say."

I placed a kiss on her forehead, "I can tell."

I finished our food and made the plates, we went in my room and sat down to eat.

"What's yo job number? Ima call in for you."

She typed the number in before handing me her phone. "Hope you know what you doing."

"I do." I nodded putting it on speaker phone.

Once an actual person finally answered I cleared my throat. "Wassup, I'm callling in for Symoria."

"Hold on, sounds like you need to speak to our manager."

They put me on hold before the manager answered. "I'm calling in for Symoria."

"Last name?"

"Y'all act like y'all got more than one." I mumbled. "Carter."

"Okay, why won't she be coming in?"

"Her mama just died, she got shot in her head like three times."

"I-oh uh okay tell her I hope she get better and I'm praying for her she can take as many days off as she needs."

"Okay." I held my laughter in.

"Okay bye." She hung up .

I busted out laughing giving her the phone back. "You coulda said anything else, you went into details and all." She laughed.

"It's okay, you can take as many off days as you want". I mimicked her tone .

"Annoying." She laughed drinking her water.

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"Just beat her ass one good time and ima do whatever y'all want me to." I told Nazja and Nadiya who were on the phone with Face .

"He's lying." Myona instigated.

"I'm dead serious, worry about feeding my niece and not what I got going on."

"Fuck you." She flipped me off as she ate .

"I'll beat her ass for free but im accepting the offer." Nazja said .

"Right." Nadiya agreed.

"Why I can't do it?" Face asked.

"Because why ima have you fight her? That's the last thing you need to be worrying about. Yo friends are hood rats."

"Okay I'm not beating her up." Nadiya said . "Since we hood rats."

"No I'm playing." I chuckled playing in Face hair. "My sister gone help y'all, she just finna get jumped she need to stop lying on me." I shrugged.

"Always wanted to jump somebody." Nazja cheesed. "I'll definitely do the honors."

"That's why I fuck with y'all." I nodded. They busted out laughing , all four of them and I frowned in confusion. "What's funny?"

"You do not fuck with us unless we doing something for you." Nadiya said.

"Right." Face agreed. "You mean to everybody but Bouka."

"That bitch mean time me to!" Bouka yelled in the background.

"I'm not mean, y'all just piss me off sometimes."

"Sound like you belong in a mental asylum."

"What you tryna say?"

"You're fucking crazy." Nadiya said

"Yea seek help, talking about slitting peoples throats ain't normal." Myona said .

"You know what, ima be nice cause I need y'all."

"As you should." Nadiya nodded.

"Okay, bye have a nice night. I got business to handle." I grabbed Face phone hanging up before giving it back to her .

"What business you got to handle?"

"None." I shrugged as I kept playing in her hair. She was laying on me in between my legs while the tv played lowly in the background. "Just ain't need them on the phone no more."

"Still being mean." She mumbled  as she scrolled on her phone .

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