Everyone made it safely. Brody carefully woke up with Nipsey lying on his chest, smiling from ear to ear as he sneakily kissed the tip of her forehead. She softly awakened, her eyes meeting his, and the two almost fell into a passionate kiss until...
"Bae!" Lorraine interrupted, rushing over with her eyes already irritated by Nipsey being all over him.
"Is it time to go?" she asked him, her eyes fixed on Rebecca, whose cheeks turned red.
"Uh, I'll see you later, Slim?" she announced, getting up from the airbed as Slick softly got off his seat and held her hand as the two walked off the Jet to the SUV truck.
"What the hell was that?" Her arms were folded.
"What are you talking about?"
"Nigga, don't play dumb with me. You were almost trying to kiss her," she blurted out as he was busy trying to get his carry-out bag.
"It wasn't what you thought, alright?" Her eyes rolled.
"I just wish you would stop this shit when you know how I feel about her!" His eyes glanced.
"Excuse me?" Her eyes narrowed.
"I told you how I felt about her, but you completely ignored me. Now I'm seeing her all over you, thinking I'm okay with it! You are my nigga! And I'm not okay with bitches all over you!" His eyes rolled.
"You are tripping," he told her, getting off the plane as she obsessively grabbed his hand as they walked over to the SUV truck.
"Could you not do this, please?" she softly told him, as he sneakily pulled away from her. The driver opened the door to the truck, and he slid into the back seat. She got in afterwards and sat beside him. He grabbed his phone and scrolled through Nipsey's page. She had posted a picture together with Slick beside her, saying they made it. His eyes rolled, and he continued scrolling. He came across an old photo of her in a bikini w/ wet curls, and arched his brow. Sneakily, he responded with a "😜" under her photo then, quickly clicked off her page and checked out the view as he went live, broadcasting his arrival in Jamaica.
"Good day! The king is here! Exhibition tonight, you guys already know what time it is! Tickets are almost sold out! Straight!" He recorded more as Lorraine easily tried to get captured on his live while he was checking the comments as one supporter replied,
"OMG! I hope you bring your friend, she's the sweetest and very wifey material." He softly smiled and liked their comment as another requested,
"Is Nipsey with you? Could y'all go live, please! Your lives are funny and cute!" He shook his head and saw Nipsey on his page, then licked his lips.
"Y'all, tell her to answer my damn requests," he responded back, as Lorraine was beside him on her phone, sneakily strolling through Nipsey's page. Nipsey saw the comments and softly shook her head, moving her natural wet curls out of her face. She glanced over at Slick on the front seat, talking with the driver, while he played his music on the radio. She accepted his request, and he was cheesing from ear to ear when she was on.
"The Queen is here!" he burst out, as she shook her head and snickered.
"Really? I look like a hot mess?" She moved her wet curls to the side, as he kept looking at her.
"Nah, what did I tell you?" he responded, as she kept blushing.
"You be lying to me though," she pouted, as he shook his head.
"You stop playing with me," he bursted, as she couldn't stop blushing.
"AHT! How far are you guys?" she changed the subject.
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BRUTHA B: Series
General FictionA shootout happens in the middle of a nightclub as Bordy tries to search for Elaina, who has been desperately shot at, and seeks answers about the person who killed his best friend. Leaves comments & feeds 📨 ✌🏽♥️🙏🏽