𝑁𝑜 𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠~@𝑠𝑤𝑎𝑣𝑦.𝑙𝑒𝑒

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟴

🌊𝕊𝕨𝕒𝕧𝕪🌊

It's been about a week since I got out the hospital. Over time I've gotten new information about this unknown guy. He's a dropout from the school named Chris. Chris was on the edge of being kicked out anyway because he was selling dope and failing school.

Flynn, Isaiah, and I got permission from my godfather, Quincy, to go to LA to get rid of him. Chris had multiple orders there so he was around. One of Quincy's associates placed a order at a trap house.

The plan is to go to LA just to be present for his death. Quincy had the rest covered of holding him hostage and beating him up a bit.

So this weekend Isaiah, Flynn, and I were going to be flown out there.

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"I'm going to be outta town with the boys this weekend." I said over the phone talking to my soon to be wife

"you sure it would be safe you just got out the hospital so recently, and what about school?" she says with such care in her voice.

Ever since the night she got shot I've been calling her to check in and just to generally see how she was doing in life. Making sure she's handling everything okay.

"Baby don't worry I have everything under control."

"I'm not your baby nigga." Nia says with great sass. Here she goes with that lil attitude again. For her to consider herself a 'bad bitch' she for sure does act like one. maybe someone needs to put her in her place. As my thoughts raced through my mind I decided to play with her a little bit

"Aw don't make me sad you are my baby aren't youuu" I said with a baby voice. The call went silent and I tried to hold back my laugh but how hard I was breathing made it difficult. "Swavy," she started "Good fucking bye". Immediately after she hung up the phone. Man she's spicy i love it. I began chuckling to myself and smiling.

Isaiah and Flynn looked at each other giving them that look saying they knew what was up. "What got you so smily?" Isaiah said cheesing. I readjusted myself and wiped my mouth in attempts to hide my smile. "nun" I say forcing to keep my cool. "you know where we goin Flynn." 

"Nigga to the airport?!" Flynn raised his voice sounding offended. "Yes I know where the fuck I'm going."

"Okay now nigga don't act like that 'cause you know you cant remember directions for shit. How the fuck google maps is your most used app, YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A LIFE." I yell back.

"Yes I do NIGGA"

His lying ass knows all he does is go to the gym, school, and mess around with Cassie. All of which is in a 25 minute vicinity of each other. He still manages to take forever because of all the wrong and miss turns he takes.

I love picking on him about it. One of my favorite memories for real. Way back when, when we were about 15 or so we went on a two man. Shorty house was on the other side of the subdivision. Our parents didn't let us drive yet so we used our bikes. We had to be back home before the streetlights came on. Make a long story short Flynn and I remained virgins. His ass claimed he had the address and knew how to get there but he was just as lost as a child in a mall without their parent.

We rolled around the neighborhood til eight or nine o'clock. We left the house at two. At the time I was highly upset but looking back it was funny asl.