𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄
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"That's all Dylan told you?"
Inside the Rolls-Royce Phantom, Genevieve sits beside her man and getting driven away from his grand-mother's home with Joule getting away for a second time. "Yeah. That's it. Just take you and don't come back. Which means we're going back to OKC."
The driver drives on the ramp onto the highway, heading south, as Quinton nods, "I got Justice lookin' after 'em and searching in her room."
"Was this really a coincidence?" Genevieve wonders, "Like Joule could have been sent to anybody. Why all the way out here in Gove City, specifically to someone that's kin to the person the killed her parents, even if she didn't know."
"That's the million dollar question." Quinton exhaled heavily. "Who's her caseworker?"
"Not sure. I'll have it looked into." Genevieve assured, "You know if it gets out that Joule got away again, Quade's not gonna stay put any longer."
"I know." Quinton looks over to Genevieve, "What else on your mind?" He asks, reading her energy.
Genevieve chuckles softly at the way he could read her so easily with every thing going on. "Just... haven't spoke to Maleah in a few days. She probably thinks I'm ignoring her."
"So go see her," Quinton suggests, "Moose driving behind us and once we get to the crib, he can take you. I'll handle the rest of this shit. You just go have you some lady's time. I got this."
Genevieve was appreciative, leaning over and kissing her man. She pulled back, holding a side of his face. "I love you."
Quinton moves the curly tendril outta her face, guiding it softly behind her ear, and admiring her facial features. "I love the fuck outta you, too."
Genevieve glanced to the driver in the front seat, smirking. "Lift the partition."
Quinton knows that look. "Leroy, sir, raise the partition for me."
"Yes sir."
As the partition lifted, Genevieve unbuckled his belt and assisted him with pulling his boxer briefs and pants down to around his ankles. His thick rod sprung out, Genevieve getting on her knees and taking him into her mouth. Quinton leaned back, groaning at the sensation.
"Fuckkk," he lets out...
Arriving to the mansion after the 𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗥 drive Genevieve was handed Quinton's suit jacket to cover the wet spot on her dress from her sucking him so sloppily. The couple laughed, getting out the Rolls-Royce. Hearing fast driving pull up sent the couple and his security detail into defense, as the three identical Lincoln Aviator's in black parked crisply behind the two Rolls-Royce. Quinton releasing who was in the back one, he ordered his security to lower their weapons.
Suited and clean, the guard getting outta the second Lincoln Aviator walked back to the last one behind it and opened the back door. The THOM BROWNE Patent Calfskin tassel loafers connected with the pavement, followed by the in-shape sixty-year-old stepping out in the Versace Blue Allover shorts and Versace Black printed t-shirt. The OG looked around through his dark shades, before landing his gaze on his son.
Quade pushed their way, with the guard closing the car's door. The couple were confused on what the OG kingpin was doing on U.S. soil after just leaving him in Switzerland.
