𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚂𝚃𝙰

𝐌.𝐈.𝐀

𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝟏𝟏𝐭𝐡
𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬, 𝐍𝐘
𝐎𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐣

"Yo, where the fuck is Y/N?" Remy asked looking at Cardi.

We sat in the trap, just hanging around. I'm pretty sure they had some business to attend to. But for the past week, Y/N hasn't been around.

I haven't seen her at all since that conversation we had at the Fourth of July party. It's like she's avoiding everyone. As far as I know, she won't even answer the phone.

I think Zendaya even went by her house a few times, but she was left with no response. This really isn't like her to just disappear.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know? You think I got a tracker on her or something?" Cardi questioned.

"I mean y'all always together and whatnot." Remy said.

"That nigga ain't been answering my calls or texts just like y'all." Cardi shrugged.

"Well business still gotta get taken care of. We just gon' have to fill her in whenever she decide to come back around." Z said.

I want to talk to her. I've been thinking a lot about that conversation we had. She likes me and if she had her way then I would be hers. I'm pretty sure that I want it that way too.

Meek went back to Philly and I couldn't be more excited about that. That nigga is so aggravating. It's like he always wanted to be up under me. I ain't have no breathing room cause he was always right there.

I think it's because he just don't do it for me. If Y/N was all on me like that, I wouldn't have a problem with it. I really need to talk with her.

I asked Cardi for Y/N's address and she ended up texting it to me. The group are the only ones that know where she lives. She keeps everything real private.

Cardi, Jay, Remy, and Z went to handle their business. Beyoncé stayed at the trap with Coi and Ice. When I got to her house, I had to go down some stairs to even get to the front door. This shit is really hidden.

I rung the doorbell, waiting patiently for the door to open. When she did, I took notice of her attire. She had on a tight black tank top, showing off her ripped tattooed biceps. Her gray Essential sweatpants hung below her waist giving me a glimpse of her skin tight red boxers. She's so fucking fine.

"What you doing here?" Y/N asked.

"I came to talk to you." I answer.

She let me inside, locking the door behind me. The interior of the house is nice as fuck. The outside is very misleading as it's hidden and dark. And it smells really good in here.

"You went missing on everybody. Thought I'd see what's up." I say as she offered for me to sit on the couch.

"It's for the best." She replied.

"Why you say that?" I ask.

"Just working on personal shit. Why you really here?" Y/N questioned.

"Like I said I wanted to talk." I answer.

"About?" She asked.

"Us." I reply.

She looked at me for a moment like she didn't know what to say. "I ain't even know there was an 'us.' What happened to your boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend. He doesn't matter anyway because I don't like him. I'm here because I like you. I'm here because I thought a lot about what you said. I want to give us a chance. If it's one thing that I know, it's that I can't stand to see you with Lola or anyone that isn't me for that matter." I respond.