Ahjee
I arrived at the studio pretty quick i was speeding. i like to speed. i wish i wz a speed.
i walked in and the front desk worker looked up at me and smiled. "katorahs up top. he said i nodded and went up the stairs.
"my oppositions tryna take me out, man i'm fucked up in the head and they gon make me pull my brazy out..." she rapped as i entered.
"nah run that back rq. she said adjusting the headset. i walked over to a seat and her boy saw me.
"wassup ahjee. they said and i waved. katorah finished up in the booth and walked out.
"wassup baby. she said coming up to me she hugged me and told me she missed me.
"i miss you too. i said holding on to the thought of killin her ass wit this .9 in my purse.
"we wrapping up in here. let's go get sum to eat." i nodded and walked out the room wit her.
"who's jasmine. i asked as we pulled into the garage.
"ion know.
i laughed and scratched my forehead.
"i have a .9 mm in my pretty little bag right here and you know more than anyone that i'm not afraid to put a bullet between your eyes. so tell me who tf jasmine is for you not be able to see that bitch again.
"ma i don't know who your talking about real shit.
i pulled out the phone and tossed it on her lap.
"you don't know? she tried picking it up and i slapped it out her hand. "stop fuckin playin wit me katorah. you cheatin on me.
"i'm not.
"then wtf do you call those messages. huh? and the pictures.
"you're overreacting it's nothing bro.
"bro? i'm not ya fuckin bro. you can sit in my face and lie then you can get your shit and get out my fuckin house. i opened my door and she pulled me back in.
"nah listen to me i ain't do shit. i don't know what you been seein but if you wanna believe it gon head believe what you want.
"bitch there is no believe what i want when there is proof you cheated. you tryna make me look stupid when you the bitch that look stupid.
i got out the car and walked up to the door. i started grabbing her boxes and tossing them outside and she was on my heels the whole time.
"tf you gon cheat on the best bitch in city. i told myself as i threw the last box out.
"you doin all this for what?
"get ur shit and leave katorah.
she sat on the couch wit her arms folded.
"katorah get tf out.
"nah. i ain't even do shit.
"you cheated bro. you done up gtfo.
"alright i'm sorry. it won't happen again. she said gettin up.
jus 5 secs ago u said it never happened.
"i know it won't cuz you leavin.
"mmcht. bro come on.
"can you just leave me the fuck alone. you're embarrassing yourself. i told yo ass to leave. i'll be damn if my face is dragged all over social media behind your dumbass. go embarrass another bitch but it's not gonna be me.
"i'm not gonna embarrass you.
"katorah get tf outta my house. i've been fightin this urge of shootin yo ass since i walked in that studio.
she had a defeated look on her face and finally left.
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Shoota
"have you checked on Ahjee lately?" lovely asked as i rolled up. i shook my head.
"you need to. i looked up at her and she had a concerned look on her face.
"why? i asked.
"she's going through a lot right now. she lost the love of her life and her house got ran up into.
"i will. i replied going outside to smoke. ever since lovely found out she was pregnant again she been naggin me on stayin outside to smoke like i don't know that already.
i came back in from smokin to lovely's phone ringing nonstop. i picked it up and looked at the contact. i answered it.
"yo.
"where lovely at?
"who tf is this?
"desiray.
"desi- who tf is you?
"ah nigga give the phone to lovely.
i smacked my teeth.
"bae. i said walking in the room. she was sittin on the bed folding clothes when she looked up at me. "you got someone otp named desiray."
when i said that she made a confused face. she took the phone from me and put it to her ear.
"hello?...oh shit...no i didn't. how could i?...how'd you find my number...who's chris?...oh okay..." she continued the conversation for a little bit before saying her goodbyes and hanging up.
"who tf was that. i asked. low key feelin left out.
"desiray. she said to me.
"nigga if i knew who tf desiray was i wouldn't be asking you.
"my sister. desiray. remember when we were separated. she lives in NY wit my mom now.
oh shit. desi left when she was mad little i'm pretty sure she's like 16 now.
"that's crazy how she find your number.
"her brother chris. my face scrunched up.
"you know a nigga named chris?
"no. she said laughing. "i don't even know how he got it.
"hey guys. alisa said walking in with her ipad. "whatchu doinnn? she was swinging her feet as she sat on the bed.
"lovely cheatin on me wit a nigga named chris from new york.
"okay? she said looking up at me. i gasped.
"i'm not cheating on him.
"no lovely it's okay don't let your bf stop you from finding your husband.
"alisa get tf out. i said picking her up.
