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|𝙴𝙿 𝟹|

乃𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃乃

乃 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙽𝙰 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 ㄥ 𝟸𝙿𝙰𝙲, 𝙳𝚁 𝙳𝚁𝙴

乃 𝙿𝚄𝚃 𝙸𝚃 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙻𝙾𝙾𝚁 ㄥ 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙾

乃 𝚂𝙰𝙳 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻𝚉 𝙻𝚄𝚅 𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚈 ㄥ 𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙴,𝙺𝙰𝙻𝙸 𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙸𝚂

乃 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙻𝚄𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ㄥ 𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙸𝚂 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙽

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Ꮬ匕丹尺工ＱᏜ
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The police cars lights flashed against my back window travelling inside my car.

Key looked back continuesly. Must've been her first police chase. I remember my first. My uncle Dominic had been driving. I was 11 years old and I had came to watch him as I always did because my mom was in rehab for being a fucking addict. I didnt and still don't really know my father. I wouldn't like to.

My Uncle Dom and Aunt Mia had been both for me. They had came to my parent teacher meetings, snuck me out of detention, and taught me how to hotwire a car. I had watched him get married to Letty and watched Mia start her family with Brian.

My middle name hadn't always been Bryan, it was James. But I'd always looked up to him and wanted my name to be Bryan full time.The only reason i didn't was because Dom had always me something I kept dear to my heart.

I took an unexpected U turn and watched the cop cars crash into a wall.

Bitches.

I parked into a hidden garage and noticed Key praying.

I got out the car and she followed.

I passed her my jacket and put on my hockey jersey.

'Thanks.' she mumbled.

I smiled. She always had a problem with uttering those words. That, and I'm sorry.

'No problem.'

We walked in silence for awhile as I glanced behind me and saw a car coming. I pulled her quickly to my side and held her by the waist tightly.

I nodded at the car.

It was Lorel. A Dk. Drift king. He was apart of the gang both me, Kyan and Suki were in.

'

Yo, Tariq.' He poked his head out the window.

'Sup Rel.'

'Y'all needa ride?' He nodded at Key.

'We good Rel.'

'Aight man.'

The car drove away and I let go of Key.

When we got to my car I unlocked and saw Key's suprised face.

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ɸ Ｋモㄚ丹れ丹 ɸ
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Now, something i did know was that Tariq wad white on the outside and black on the inside like Michael Jackson.

But tell me how this man was able to park a whole Lamborghini Truck in this neighbourhood and come back to it in one piece.

'This yours?' I asked and he laughed.

It shook my spine.

'Yeah.'

'Damn. I didn't know you and the hood were tight like that.'

'I grew up here.'

'Yep and we loved every second of blackwashing your pale ass.'

He rolled his eyes.

'I was never and am not that white.'

'Yes you are.'

'No I'm not.'

'The fact that your arguing with me about how white you are is proving my point even more.'

'That makes no sense at all.'

I grabbed his jaw.

'May all your delulu come trululu.'

I loved the way my pink acrylics looked against his neck and jaw line.

His eyes were beautiful. They were a grey- green.

I let go when he parked outside my house.

'Pass me your phone'

'Why?' He asked sceptical.

'Just do it.'

He still seemed skeptical but he handed it over.

'Passcode?'

'275743.'

I unlocked his phone and soon enough my own began to ring. I picked it up and showed him the call log.

It said: TARIQ BBG💋

His phone said: KEYYY❣

'You didn't have my number.' I closed the car door and walked into my house.

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