Armani T'jai Wilson
We were sitting in the living room waiting for Von to call. I can't believe Booka snitched everything him and Von been through.
That goes to show that niggas don't give a damn about loyalty.
Sincere's phone finally rung, she looked down at the caller ID and slid it towards Booka.
Booka looked at the phone as it rung, causing Sincere to shoot the gun in the air.
"Stop Playing With Me And Answer The Fucking Phone." She said pointing the gun at Booka.
"Hello." Booka said.
"Put It On Speaker." Sincere said.
"Aye Gang, What You Got Going?" He said.
"Tell Him Before I Shoot You In Your Other Shoulder." Sincere said raising the gun.
"Tell Me What Lil Folks?" Dayvon asked.
"I Snitched." Booka said damn near mumbling.
"Tf You Mean You Snitched?! You Suppose To Be My Brother! Somebody That I Put My Trust In But That's Ight When I Get Out, Ima Be Right Back In Here For Murder." Dayvon said laughing.
My phone went off indicating that I had a message. I looked down at my phone and seen it was Kentrell. He wanted to know did I want to go on tour with him.
I responded " Not Right Now My Sister Needs Me."
Sincere Merjè Johnson
"Put My Wife Back On The Phone." Dayvon said.
I grabbed the phone and took it off the speaker.
"Keep Ya Eyes On Him Lil Folks, I'll Be Home Soon." He said.
"Ight." I said.
"Love Ya Ma." He said.
"Love Ya Too." I said as the line went dead.
I signed and leaned forth.
"So What We Gone Do?" Armani asked.
"We Gone Go Bail Them Outta Jail And Let Them Handle This, Cause I'm Getting Stressed." I said rubbing my hands on face.
"What About Them?" Armani said pointing between Booka and Micii.
I pulled some handcuffs out of my purse and threw them at Armani.
After she placed the handcuffs on them I grabbed everything and we grabbed them and walked out the house.
