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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟭𝟭
"𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 finally explain to me why it's been cold energy between you and Solo, and she and Trei?"
Inside the empty waiting room of the private terminal that next day, Dover sat beside her mans, and waiting on her pride and joy to land. The bodyguards of hers, Bruce and Omer, stood guard a few feet away. She rocked a Alexander Wang Shibori red cropped, snap-front cardigan and Barragan Lil Star Denim shorts. Her long legs were crossed with the red leather Moschino flat sandals, showing her french tip pedicure. The red-tinted sunnies from Dries Van Noten over her dark brown eyes that eyed De.
He was leaned back in a instinctive manspread, and his legs moving in and out. The Bottega Veneta bucket hat in blue covered his fresh taper fade, and a black hair pick sticking out on his right side. Both the Gallery Dept. shirt and Indiana jeans dress on his toned build, and his socks have a slight slouch to it with his Nike low dunks. He held his face up with his palm that housed the Platinum Rolex around his left wrist, and his dark brown orbs looking to his left at Dover after her inquiry.
"Ask her," he said.
Dover pushed her sunnies down slightly to reveal her eyes. "You really gonna make me force it outta you?"
De chuckled, as he lick over his lips, and start explaining what all happened yesterday. "...and now Trei been starting wit my nephs all day and we ain't talkin. That's that on that."
"First it was her and Baby. Now, you and her?" Dover shook her head, "But I can't say I don't blame her. That's her son, her black son. It's dangerous—"
"Don't gimme that, Dover, cause you talkin' to a black man that was once a black boy." He cut off her instantly, "I'm raising a black boy, and yeah, I do fear it but I'm never gonna allow him to know I fear it. Wanna know why, cause that don't help. I'm not bouta instill my fear into him. You can't stop nothin' that's gonna happen in this life. I had to learn that young as fuck. Ima teach my boy what to do, and what not to. Show em how to defend himself and listen to his first mind always.
