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Israel got out of the brand new gray metallic 2023 Mercedes Benz AMG GLE63 S Coupe that he'd just dropped close to a hundred thousand dollars on, using the keyless fob to lock the doors. There was a big pink bow on the hood of the car, matching the bow that was on the same colored 2023 Kia K5 GT-Line parked next to it.
Both cars had a cherry red interior with the same colored brake calipers on display for an extra pop in color. He had to get Journey to discreetly ask Bria about which colors she wanted so that he wouldn't raise any suspicion about the most wanted gifts on her birthday wishlist.
Although she only asked for one of the two, he'd ordered both of them at his home dealership and paid all cash for them this morning. Along with the two metallic gray cars now parked in her driveway, Israel's all black Rolls Royce with the same red interior was there as well.
He didn't drive it anyway, so the title to the quarter million dollar car was now in Bria's name. Whether she decided to sell it or keep it as a collection car like he had, it didn't matter to him. She told him a couple weeks ago that she liked it so now it was hers to do whatever with.
He wanted her to know that she could always look forward to a life like that with him; getting what she wanted, when she wanted it.
Anywho, after checking to make sure all three key fobs were in his pocket, he walked up to her door and twisted the knob to open it, heading inside her empty house.
She was spending the evening with Journey to get dolled up for her birthday bash being thrown at Santana's club tonight-which meant that the two would be crossing paths since obviously they both were going to be there to celebrate with her.
"What's good?" As if he'd spoken him up, Israel turned with a bottle of water in his hand to see Santana entering Bria's house with bags from Saks Fifth Avenue, Chanel, Ulta, and Target too. There were more in his hands, but Israel couldn't make out the logos.
It was obvious that neither of them were expecting to see the other this early, and both of them seemed to be waiting for the other to make a move.
"Wassup.. I ain't know you was comin'." Israel held his hand out, and Santana stared at him for a second before dapping him up.
"Ease up nigga. Ain't like I'm fucking yo' girl or nothing." Santana patted his back after shaking his hand, and Israel genuinely laughed at the obvious irony.
"You fucked up. That shit ain't funny." He chuckled, and Santana did the same with a light shrug.
"Shit, I said the same thing when I found out about you. You buying my baby cars and shit, I guess you ain't half bad." Santana sat all the bags he carried on the kitchen island, filling the space.
"And what, you just bought purses and shit? Yo' pockets hurting or what?" Israel smirked, leaning against the counter.
"Don't piss me off this quick and you see this gun on my hip." Santana reached into one of the bags while Israel laughed again.
