Thursday 16th February , 2023
NBA Youngboy's Mansion
Los Angeles, California
2:19pmO N E M O N T H L A T E R
Diamontè Quiava Harper's POV:
I been contacting Montana all morning, about going over to Kentrell's mansion today. He wasn't going for it until I mentioned returning Kentrell's money like my momma had told me to last month. I've been prolonging it since.
I fidgeted my fingers around anxiously as I sat in the car. The driver pulled up to Kentrell's gated home, and I told him the code. He punched it in opening up the wrought iron gates.
Security approached us, and asked for the passcode to allow me entry. My name was already on the admission list, and had been approved by Kentrell's parole officer, but they still had to follow protocol.
I hopped out of the Escalade my label had me riding in. I was scared as hell, but I had already prepared myself for the worst. I don't know what the fuck I was about to walk into, or if Kentrell even knew I was coming.
I wanted to make the transfer in person so Kentrell knew there wasn't any animosity on my end.
To be honest, I just wanted to see him. I missed him. I hated that he wasn't talking to me.
"Jesus fix it please." I muttered to myself ringing the doorbell. "Whew." I let out unexpectedly.
Khris James opened the door, "Wazzam Diamond?"
"Wassup?" I replied plainly.
It's been months since somebody called me the name Kentrell gave me.
I wasn't interested in talkin' to anyone, other than Kentrell himself.
"I seen you been doin' yo thang, you killin' it gurl. I get in my car, and I hear yo shit all on the radio. Congratulations on everythang you got goin' on." Khris said to me.
"Thank you. I appreciate it." I gave him a fake smile, 'cause where the fuck Kentrell at?
Khris walked through the mansion, and I followed behind him. He stopped in the kitchen where Montana was gathered with some business looking people. They looked like they were having a meeting.
"Wazzam li Diamond." Montana got up to hug me.
"Hey." I softly said hugging him back.
"You lookin' nice girl. I love yo li outfit. Det shit hard." Montana complimented me, and I thanked him.
He stood tall looking at me. "You looking fa yo man's ain't it?"