TONI'S POV
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Pulling up at my crib, I hopped out of my truck and walked to the side of the house. I could hear rocky's loud barking as I unlocked the door.
"Shut up with all that," I said, stepping inside. He growled at me and I stuck up the middle finger, walking to the front. I looked around, searching for anything that couldn't been out of place. Everything seemed to be just how I left it. "Leora!"
"What?! Don't come in here yelling!" I hear her yell from around the corner.
I sucked my teeth, following the music she had blasting. The closer I got, the more I was hit with a funny smell. She was in the guest bathroom flat-ironing her weave. I scrunched up my nose. "You got in here smelling like burnt trash."
"Nigga, fuck you. You know I'm fine."
"You alright," I stepped in, watching her through the mirror. She combed through her straight hair and I can't lie, that shit looked like silk. I glanced over to my right, peeping her whole camera set-up. "You recording those review videos you be doing?"
"I am, which is why you don't need to be bothering me. You interrupting my coin," she said, shoving me.
"I'm finna head out in a little bit, anyway. You fed Rocky?"
"Yeah, I fed that bad-ass nigga. He got to my baby new sneakers, so one of y'all need to cough up something to replace them." She held out her hand nonchalantly.
I rolled my eyes, looking over my shoulder at him. He ripped and ran from couch to couch, growling at a cartoon playing on the TV. Bad ass. I shook my head and dug down in my pockets, pulling out a few bills. I counted some out before shoving them in her hand.
She smiled big, snatching the money. "God bless you." She said before shutting the door in my face. That girl gets on my nerves so bad.
I walked away, heading upstairs to my bedroom. I closed the door behind me and b-lined to my second closet, opening up my safe. I grabbed what I could and put it inside of a Nike bag, throwing it over my shoulder.
I went inside of my other closet and made necessary room, throwing some laundry in the washing machine. After straightening up a little more, I grabbed my phone off the bed, checking my messages. I had a couple from the group chat with Kevin and Game.
Today 1:17 PM
Kevin: aye, toni. you still talk to that thick stripper from jungle?
: which one?
Game: 'which one' is crazy.
: mane you a ho.
Kevin: facts.
: both of y'all shut the fuck up.
: y'all acting like a strip club ain't full of hoes with fat asses.
Game: true..
: which one you talking bout kevin?
Kevin: jessica.
: dime?
: no ion talk to her no more, why?
Kevin: her club hosting a big ass bash, and she said she gon take care of us if we pull up.
: yk i'm tryna get in there
Game: a whole war finna pop off and this nigga talking bout going to the club.
: right.
: i got plans. ain't no club seeing me tonight.
