Find Your Love (Bryshere G. Story)

Chapter 6

~Y/n's Pov~

Finally, we arrived in Philly. Yazz checked all of us into the hotel, to get rest. Yazz and Que were asleep while Genna, Chris and I were plotting a blueprint. To get in the zone, I turned on Pandora.

Bodies bitch, make that body flip You know I don't know karate, bitch We droppin' bodies, bitch They say shootin' is my hobby, bitch And I'm a problem, kid Walk up on him with revolvers I ain't with that talkin' shit, shhh...

Bobby, bitch, oh, yeah, I'm Bobby, bitch Oh, you ain't know? They call me Bobby, bitch, oh, yeah, I'm Bobby, bitch Oh, you ain't know? They call me Bobby, bitch, oh, yeah, I'm Bobby, bitch Oh, you ain't know? They call me Bobby, bitch, Bobby, bitch

"Bobby bitch, bobby bitch." Genna sung twerking.

"Girl, chill we gotta work. This is serious our lives could be endangered if we dont plan this right." I said tapping my pen.

"You're right. Straight business." Genna smirked.

"So, the way the building is setup it has a backdoor, and a side door to the dark alley. The side door has stairs somebody needs to be on the stairs. Just incase someone tries to exscape. Que and Yazz are going through the front, Genna and I will take the back door. Chris you got side. If Que sounds the signal thats means they need help, so we go in. If you see anybody thats looks suspicious get'em. Thats the plan, until we get Tank." I explained.

"Damn, thats good." Chris admitted.

"Now, Genna are you mentally ready for this? Because I know you could be a little kitten at times." I asked in all seriousness.

"I'm ready, I just gotta know your with me." She nodded.

"Well, then were good. Ill be right by your side." I assured her.

"Babe, c'mon here." Yazz called waking up out of his sleep.

"Welp, time to go Genna." Chris smirked.

They lefted and I went into the room with Yazz. I stood there in the doorway, he gestured for me to come to him. I laid next to him, and he lite a blunt.

"Bae, I need this you do too. Trust me what we have to do, you dont need to be sober." He exclamied.

As of right then, we were getting high. Now, I was getting dressed in all black joggers, and a black hoodie. I threw my hair in a messy bun, and put on black lipstick and mascara.

"You ready, we gotta go." Yazz yelled.

"Nigga, I'm coming dont rush me." I yelled back.

"You got 5 seconds to walk your little spoiled ass out this muthafuckin door." He said sternly.

"Ohh my fucking gosh!" I sighed out stomping out the door.

He slammed the door behind me, and picked up the bag. I plopped in the car by Genna and slammed the door.

"Stop slamming my fucking door." I said getting in my all black Porsche.

"You know what you got one more time to yell at me, I promise you'll be dead before Tank will." I mumbled.

"Yazz calm down man." Que said patting Yazz's shoulder.

"Y'all the most bipolar couple ever." Chris laughed.

"Shut the fuck up Chris." Genna sighed.

"Genna get you a breath mint. Before you start telling me what to do." Chris cried laughing.

"Aye nigga chill." Que said.

~Diggy's Pov~

I sat in corner of my bathroom with tear strands and puffy red eyes. I couldn't believe Tank killed my foster mama. I had the urge to kill and fight, so I separated myself from my family especially Kayla.