if you see these men, RUN. || (DAVE EAST) (CHRIS BROWN)

Chapter 54

one thing ab me. ima update everyday.
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Capri Martin
November 23rd, 5:00am
Picking up Q's new gun from his dresser, I made sure the coast was clear before I played with it. He was still in the shower so I had a little time to act stupid.

Skipping over to his mirror, I posed with the gun at first. Then I turned on the little laser on the side.

"Gimmie all yo money!" I said, pointing the gun and pretending to yell under my breath.

"Teehee!" I squeaked, jumping up and down. I looked just like my nigga.

"Run all yo shit! NOW!" I exclaimed, doing that lil mug he did. "Fa I shoot ya ass."

I SOUNDED JUST LIKE HIM! I wanted to record so bad but for safety reasons, I didn't. But on his phone I could...

Grabbing his phone off the bed, I put his passcode in and head straight to his camera then I propped the phone up and recorded.

"Okay." I whispered. "When you find this you're gonna laugh. I'm sure. But this is how you sound."

Taking a deep breath, I tapped into my inner Q.

"On my pops I'll murk you. Run yo shit bitch ass nigga." I mocked, talking in a deep tone. "Then- then you be like-"

For a second I thought I almost heard him come out the shower so I froze for a second and ended the video. But it'd just been the rain and wind outside.

Going back to the mirror, I continued to pose with the gun. But then I started dancing and singing with it. "Too many glockiesssssss. I got the drum, he got the one with the stick-"

"CAPRI!" Q exclaimed, startling the shit out of me.

He was fresh out the shower with the a towel wrapped around his waist and dripping wet with water.

"I PROMISE I WASN'T DOING ANYTHING."

"You lucky that shit wunt loaded. I swear you play too much. Put the beama down and get in the bed bro." He huffed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I giggled.

"You wunt even holding it right."

"Well show me." I smiled, sitting on the bed.

"Let me dry off first. Then I'll show you."

Patiently waiting for him to dry off and get dressed, I stared at the gun eager to play with it again. And when the nigga was finally finished, I hopped up from his bed and stood in front of his mirror.

"Relax skippy. Gone get the beama." He huffed.

Skipping over to the dresser, I grabbed the gun and stood in front of the mirror again.

Wrapping his arms around me, we held the gun in both of our hands then he showed me how to hold it. "Finga on the trigger." He instructed.

"Finger is on the trigger captain!" I smiled, looking up at him then back in the mirror.

"Okay now point the laser at ya target and cock it back like this and then shoot." He instructed.

Holding the gun, aiming the gun and pulling the trigger, nothing happened but I'd like to believe I did it correctly.

"Good. You did it. You could be my luh side kick when I gotta gone head to the bad parts a town." He smirked, giving me a high five then a kiss.

"Yeah. Ima be blastin on niggas just like you." I smiled.

"Ion be doin allat now. It's only when I have to."

"I know, I know." I smiled, pointing the laser around the room. "What other guns do you have?"