The Players Game

Chapter Sixty Six

Sonny's P.o.V

So, Brent and I were finally released from jail, always has felt nice lying to my probation officer saying I'm going to stay out of trouble. She always believed me too, I thank God that she always sees the good in people, couldn't ask for a more perfect probation officer.

We headed out of the department and followed the officer around back to my car, and put my Aviators on.

"Can't say that shit wasn't worth it." I said looking at Brent

"You're right." He chuckled, "Most definitely gonna have to do it again."

"Give it like a month or two." I said showing the officer my license

"We'll just have to see now won't we?" He smirked

"Aye, you know I always keep my word." I said taking my keys from the man

"Ah yeah." He said with a head nod

I chuckled and we got in the car, I smiled to myself and readjusted the seat.

"What short ass nigga been driving." I said checking my car to make sure everything was there

"No telling." Brent said getting in

"Next time better not touch it." I said fixing the seat and starting the car

I revved the engine and grinned as I turned the stereo up, I let the windows down and hit the gas as I left the impound lot and headed to the house.

"You can have any outfit b, I got enough." I said laughing

"I knew." He shrugged

"Wanna know something?" I asked laying back in the seat

"What?"

"Someone's bout to get some I hate you slash I miss you sex." I said smirking

"You just may be right." He said with a head nod

"Gonna surprise her or call first?" I asked stopping at a light

"Surprises are always nice." He said with a grin

"If you need back up, then don't call me." I said laughing, "I'm kidding."

"Better be." He said punching my arm, He rubbed his fist and looked at me, "Lift much?"

"Well ya see, when I get bored, I work out. As you can see, I worked out." I said flexing my bicep

"Built to kill." He said laughing

"That pussy." I finished

We both laughed for a little while and it died down little bit before we made it to the house, I pulled up to the house and typed in the code, the gates opened and I pulled in the yard.

We walked in the house and I went in the kitchen and got out some stuff for breakfast, and Brent started putting together a smoothie.

"The home cooked meal after getting home is always good." I chuckled

"You ain ever lied." He said putting some strawberries in the blender, "Would be better if there was a bitch cooking and not an overgrown hound dog." He teased

"Well shit, you ain gotta eat." I said laughing

"Oh Ima eat, but complain the whole time." He shrugged

"Half assed backwards." I said shaking my head and flipping the bacon

He shrugged and poured the smoothie into a glass and sat down at the bar, I finished cooking and divided the food up, it was a lot more than I thought I'd made, but was going to get smashed all the same.