|Unique Aniya Burton|
"Yall think I should quit my job." I asked everyone in the living room.
"Fuck no." Trell yelled scaring me.
"And why not?" Dooda asked him with a smirk.
"Dont play with me bitch. The answer is no." He said pointing at Dooda.
"Why though. That fucking place is hell and it be tiring me out. I need sum easy and stress free." I complained throwing my head back.
"I got sum fa you but it won't be stress free. Itll be easy though." Dooda said looking at me.
"What?"
"Working at the trap with us." He said and sit up immediately. I actually wanted to work with them but I didnt want to be in any trouble.
"Didnt I just say no?" Trell said in a fine voice.
"Shut up. Whatchu mean it gon be easy but stressful." I asked Dooda.
"Alotta shit be going on down there. But you could still work for us we gon make sure you safe." He said shrugging.
"I will not be working for yall so forget it." I said putting my hand up.
"Exactly." Trell said turning his head to the side with attitude.
"I'm convinced you gay cause you be doing to much." I said and he chocked on his drink and glared at me.
"Get that fucking thought out of your head cause I only like pussy." He said watching me up and down.
"Slow nigga." Dooda mumbled.
"Where Chrissy at?" Trell asked and Dooda smirked looking at him him.
"Stop watching me nigga." Trell said getting mad.
"She in her room. I think she sleeping." I said.
"Either you accept that she working with us or I'm telling her." Dooda said and Trell side eye him.
"You win nigga. Damn." Trell said standing up and walking to Chrissy room.
"What yall talming bout." I asked Dooda and he shook his head.
"Dont mind that, you working with me na shawty." He grinned falling back in my lap.
"No the fuck in not." I said trying to push him off of me.
"And why not?" He asked pursing his lips.
"Cause that's not my thing and I dont wanna be working for a narrcicist, a slow dummy and a pot head." I said
"Who the narrcicist?" He asked looking at me with his eyebrows furrowed.
"Gkeen." I said and he chuckled.
"That mane aint no narrcicist, that just how he is." He said running his hands over his waves.
"He just act like that round yall. He dont have no heart." I said folding my arms.
