Can you read my love language?
-Queen Naija
Tamera, a cocky and rich girl, has everything she could possibly want. A house, a car, a dog, you know living the American dream as some would say, so why does she feel like something or someone is missin...
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-𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓- -𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇- -𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏-
"Where is he?" Tamera asked as soon as she opened the trap doors, Raffiel behind her.
"In the back with Raheem," A random worker said and they both nodded before going to the back.
Seeing Zyire in the chair and Khalil in the bed, Tamera sighed. "Is he okay?"
"Yeah T. He gon' be fine. He only got shot in the arm and leg so Raheem said it's going to take a month or two for him to get back to his normal self. But he gon be aight," Zyire said and they both nodded.
"Does his girlfriend know?"
"Yeah, I called her earlier but she can't come to the trap. So she gotta wait until he gets home," He said as they sat in silence.
"Oh and Raffe," Zyire said, making him look up.
"Wassam?"
"You have to be here today cause later we'll be swearing Jermaine into the Big Three—well Big Four now." Zyire said and Raffiel raised a brow.
"He passed it?"
"Yeah," Zyire nodded.
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"You okay?" Tremaine asked me as I fixed the collar of my suit
Today was my trial and it would be the jury determining if I'm guilty. If I am guilty, they'll take me to prison, then I'll come back the next week for my sentencing.
"Yeah," I sighed. "It is what it is, Boss. I'ma be straight,"
"You sure?" Tremaine asked me. "I can always do that thing, anytime." Tremaine whispered and I shook my head no.
