LOST WITHOUT YOU

CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE

TAURUS...
ILLINOIS, CHICAGO...
LUXURY HOTEL ROOM

Samuelson tossed Taurus' suitcases beside the door, and bent backwards to pop his back. He grunted softly, and coughed.

"Thanks Sam, I 'preciate it." Taurus said.

"Yeah, whatevea nigga." Samuelson responded.

Von plopped down onto the bed like a light feather. He sighed. His body was so sore from the plane flight.
Taurus closed the door behind Samuelson and locked it securely.

"Finally." Von smiled. "It's been uh while since I've been hea'."

"Get up, let's go out on da town befo ma concert." Taurus said as he grabbed his phone from his back pocket.

Von got up. "You got uh place in mind?."

"Mhmm." Taurus scrolled on the menu of the most famous Restaurant in Chicago, Cherry Circle Room. "I ain't gone tell ya doe."

"T, nie you know how much I hate surprises."

"I know. But, dis gone be good."

Von walked over to the door. "You payin'?."

"I'm da one takin' you out, yes, I'm payin'."

Hmph, you tryna pay ta play. Von thought as he unlocked the door, he didn't know if Taurus was being serious about treating him right this time, one, cause he had said it so many times. And each time, with Taurus' charms and wits, Von fell for them.

Taurus followed Von out the door. "Got our reservations, we gotta wait forty-five minutes doe."

"So nie what?." Von asked as he turned around and closed the door.

"We can go visit dat wizard, or, go see our old cribs."

"We'll see da wizard tanight, I want ta show you where I grew up at."

"Oh, we from 64th, we not from 63rd." Taurus chuckled.

"Mhm, you bettea get dat right."

"Would you date anyone from 63rd?."

"Hell no, dem niggas dirty. We 64th niggas stay fresh and clean. We wear real jewelry, while dey runnin' around tryna afford what we already got."

"What if uh bad bitch was from 63rd? Like, she got ass, tits, good head, good pussy, she can cook, and clean. You tellin' meh you not gon bag dat?."

"She could be da last bitch on earth, if she from 63rd, I'm not fuckin' wit ha'."

Taurus shrugged. He didn't see the hatred, at the end of the day, they were just numbers to him. It felt like segregation, whites distancing themselves from the blacks because of their skin color, now it's flipped, the 64ths distancing themselves from 63rds because of their fucking number.

He guessed the 64ths thought they were better, because their number is higher then 63rd, or, even.

Von scrolled through his IG, or NLE's IG. He followed Sexxy Red? Eww, that bitch is dirty...wait, wasn't she sitting on Drake's lap? Hold on...
Von turned to Taurus. "Ain't Red pregnant?."

"Who? Sexxy Red." Taurus laughed after Von nodded his head. "Yeah, dat thot pregnant, people sayin' Drake da baby daddy."

"You believe it?." Von wasn't even dating Drake, and yet, he felt betrayed.

"I mean, anythang's possible...Dats why I ain't want ya being around him, he weird, he fuck anythang, he likes ta chase, he ain't lookin' fa no relationship."

Von squinted his eyes. He knew what he was getting at. "So, you sayin', if I had let him hit--."

"He would've kicked yo fine ass ta da curb." Taurus said nonchalantly. "And I would've had ta beat his ass, aftea I beated yo ass of course."