When Serenity Silver got released from jail, she only had one main priority to get what she lost and with how the game was going now, she needed help from the women who knew her the most, her sisters. As all four women show the life of hard working...
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"Yeah, Kiss, I might not make it. My car... it's just not cooperating with me right now," I explained over the phone, hearing Young Thug playing in the background.
"Bitch, I told you to get a new damn car. You're making six figures as a stripper, and you're still driving that tired-ass Toyota," she complained, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes, scanning the street for the Triple A truck I had requested.
Glancing at my phone's app, I saw that the estimated wait time was a solid two to three hours, and I let out an exasperated groan.
"I can't stand this bullshit, yo," I vented.
"What, girl?" Kiss hollered into the phone, but as I looked at my screen again, I realized that I was no longer a priority to her. There was a rush of other things headed her way, leaving me behind.
Frustrated, I hung up, already accepting the fact that it was a lost cause, and dialed Sasha's number instead.
Sasha was more like a fourth sister than just a best friend. Eleven years of friendship had solidified a bond that was akin to sisterhood. We had graduated together, attended college together, and although she had pursued her dream job as a DJ, while I was still stuck stripping, it didn't hinder her unwavering support for me. She had recently landed a gig as a backup DJ.
"Hello?" she whispered, answering the phone.
"Sasha, what are you doing?" I replied, leaning against the driver's side door.
"Mom just had chemo, so she's not feeling too well," she explained.
Sasha was a true soldier, ensuring that her mom received the best care possible. Her unwavering dedication and love for her reminded me of our own sisters and our parents. Suddenly, being stranded didn't bother me as much.
"How is she holding up?" I asked, genuinely concerned.
She let out a sigh. "Some days are better than others, but I'm happy. What's up? You should be at work."
"Well, my car kind of broke down on six Ave," I explained.
"What? I'm coming to get you," she responded, and I could hear her getting up from the background.
"Sasha, no. Stay home. I don't want you leaving your mom," I insisted, not wanting her to prioritize me over her family.
"Girl, you're stranded on six Ave, of all places? No way."
I turned the key in the ignition, and almost immediately, my car started smoking. I quickly took the key out, grabbed my personal belongings, and walked a considerable distance away from the smoke that was starting to engulf my car.
"I told you to get rid of that damn Toyota. This shit needs to be trashed and replaced. I'm coming," Sasha exclaimed, determined to help me.
I let out a groan. "Sasha, I told you I'll figure something out," I said, but she had already hung up.
