Once Ivy gave me Psalmist's address, I packed a bag and left town. I haven't been back ever since. She was so angry about me popping up at her house.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
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I waited for like three minutes before she opened the door. She looked so beautiful. Her smile quickly disappeared when she saw that it was me.
"Damien, what the hell are you doing here? If I had known Ivy was gonna give you my damn address, I never would have given it to her."
"May I come in please?" I asked her.
She stepped to the side and let me in. Her entryway was remarkable. It fit her style, actually.
"Your place looks incredible. I like your style."
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"Don't be cute. What do you want? Why are you here?" She asked me. She wasn't trying to show me any attention right now.
"Harper," I stated simply.
She rolled her eyes. "What about him?"
"He told me what happened? It was him you were telling me about?"
"Yeah, it was Harper."
"So Clint is your brother?" I asked.
Clint and I had beef. Harper and Clint were cool, but so were me and Harper. I knew if it came down to a fight, Harper would stand with Clint. That's just how the game goes. That's why Harper and I are distant now. Sure enough, we keep it cordial, but honestly, me and that nigga ain't that close no more.
"How do you know Clint?" She asked me.
"Clint and I got some history. I ain't heard from that nigga in about two years. He stole one of my shipments. I chopped it up as a loss, because in the end, once I set his shit on fire, that nigga lost my product and his. He lost over five million in money and dope. I only lost 100gs worth of dope."
