G E T M O N E Y

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Ugh I really wish getting Malik out of prison didn't involve my sociopath Daddy. He makes me stay for dinner after I get money from him, its hella annoying.

"Lillian! My babygirl! Come here baby" My dad held out his arms.

"Hi Daddy, I need money." I groaned giving him a hug.

"Baby, I told you not to bring ole fools Nephew around here any more." My Dad looked over to Mateo.

"Daddy, stop he's one of my bestest friends, I love him Daddy. And before you say anything no I don't romantically like him."

"How much you need Baby?"

"Well, see...I need..$550,000" I mumbled.

"What kind of shit did you do to need $550,000?" He gasped, but not literally.

"Malik's in jail because of L.O.W and we need to bail him out." I explained.

Low=Lord of the Westside

"Baby, why do you need to bail him out? He'll be fine a couple years in jail will do him good." Dad mumbled.

"Are you afraid of his dad, Daddy? He wouldn't know you would have given money to bail him." I replied.

"I don't want him going after you Baby."

"If I may add, I am 18 and can bail him out myself. So I could bail him out and L.O.W would never know." Debbie inquired.

"It's not that, Deb, it's that he would know. Because we're would a couple of kids like you guys--and yes I mean Black, Hispanic, and from the hood, get 550,000 dollars in cash from?"

"Mr Wilson, I have a question if I may, but why don't you like my Tío?" Mateo asked shyly.

"Your uncle fucked me over in the early 2000s" He grunted.

"And that's why you don't like me?" Mateo asked.

"It's not that ion like you, you're the spitting image, and it makes me wanna put 2 bullets in each side of your head." Dad sat back.

"Um, that's not very comforting, you know?"

"Trust me, Daddy would never dare to lay to finger on you. Right Daddy?" I shot my Dad a sharp glare.

"Of course baby. Debs, my wonderful niece, would you go and get the money you guys need? You know you're way around." Dad puffed on his cigar.

Now I know I've never mentioned that Debbie was my cuz, but that's because you dumbasses should of noticed it! We wouldnt fight like we do if we weren't cousins. Now sorry for my language, but I need to attend to the grueling dinner with my Dad wish me luck.
God help my soul.

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