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Amir Quentin Moore

5 hours later

"Bitch, you let her get away!" I pushed Heaven with a little force. "Murda, you're fucking crazy. You tried to kill her. What do you expect?"

"I don't give a fuck how crazy motherfuckers say I am. I ain't shit. It wasn't your fucking place to help her do shit," I glared at her. "YOU ARE CRAZY. Those years in jail must not have taught you anything."

I chuckled. "I should smack the shit out of you, on Momma," I shook my head. "Do it," she urged, getting in my face. "Alright, Heaven, back off," Tboy called out, pushing her back.

"Nah, don't tell her nothing 'cause once I do it, and your ass ends up in the hospital, don't try to call 12," I chuckled, sitting down, slouching, and opening my legs.

"You ain't gonna do shit, you psychotic bitch," she said, then walked out of the house, slamming the door with Tboy behind her.

I chuckled, playing in my hair. "She's a little right though, your ass is a little looney," K2 said, side-eyeing me. I glared at him. "Nigga, shut your dumb ass up, you don't know nothing."

"I was in jail with you, I know you crazy. You talk to toilets," he burst out laughing, making all of us laugh along with him. "Man, you're a trip," Spark said, taking the words right out of my mouth.

I looked up, staring at the ceiling. "Do you all think I'm crazy for real?" I said, not asking anybody in particular, as I drew Nadine on the ceiling with my mind.

It went quiet. "I mean, you're not that bad," NJ said. "Quit lying to that nigga, you're beyond crazy," Spark said, shaking his head.

"That girl looked scared for her life," K2 laughed, holding his stomach. NJ glared at him. "That ain't funny, nigga." K2 still laughed, then held his hand up, indicating to give him a minute.

"Nah, she looked terrified," he laughed again. I smacked my lips. "Lowkey miss my baby," I got done drawing her and looked back at them. "Nigga, you buy polo," NJ said, shaking his head.

"Nigga, what's wrong with buying Polo?" Spark looked at him confused. "Nothing, I said he's buy polo." We looked at him confused. "Do your dumb ass mean bipolar?" K2 exclaimed. "Yeah, same thing."

I waved him off. "But your sister loves it though," I smirked, seeing him snap his head at me, shaking his head. "She doesn't if she left," Rambo butted in.

I glared at him, he'd been quiet all week, and I saw him slick mugging me too, but I ain't say nothing. I thought I was trippin'. "Nigga, what's up with you?" I kept the glare on my face.

"Nothing, just feel like you don't deserve her," he shrugged, sipping his double cup. I saw K2 shake his head, putting it in his hands. "Nigga, what the fuck are you talking about?" I leaned up a little bit.

He sat there with a dull face. "Exactly what I said, you don't deserve her," he repeated, looking dead at me. "Where's this shit coming from, gang?" I stood up, sitting on the armrest closer to him.

"Murda, don't start," Spark said, standing up as well. "Nah, this man got something he wanna get off his chest, so let him do so," I twisted my dreads.

"Yeah, where's all this coming from, Rambo?" NJ frowned, looking at him as well. Rambo looked at him. "Then you just let him do whatever to her, ain't that your sister?" NJ looked around then back at him.

"This gotta be a prank or something," NJ chuckled. "Nah, it ain't shit, it's the truth. You let this man do whatever to your sister."

"That ain got none ta do widd me. Nadine's practically grown; I can't tell her who and who not to fuck with. That ain't my decision" NJ replied