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After what felt like an eternity, we pulled up to an iron gate

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After what felt like an eternity, we pulled up to an iron gate.

Amaris tapped in a code on the keypad, and the gates slowly opened, revealing this long-ass driveway lined with tall trees. At the end stood a mini-mansion.

"Is this... where you live?" I asked, my voice low and soft.

"Yeah, this is mine." Amaris parked the car and turned to me, he was way calmer now. 

This nigga definitely gotta be in the mafia

"Come on," he said, stepping out to open my door.

I followed Amaris up the steps to the massive wooden front door. He unlocked it and led me inside, and let me tell you, my jaw almost hit the floor. 

It was just as big as the outside—high ceilings, fancy-ass furniture, and chandeliers that could pay my rent for a year

This ain't regular rich; this that "Dirty money" rich.

As we strolled down the hallway, I couldn't help but be impressed.

When we entered the living room, I spotted two guys chilling on the couches. They looked up, surprised at our entrance.

I noticed them from the restaurant, but they seemed different. Both had guns sitting casually on their laps, making me freeze instantly.

I've seen more guns today than I have in my entire life, smh

Amaris noticed and pulled me close by my waist, whispering, "Relax, they're safe."

I looked him up and down.

Ian know we was cool like that...

One of the guys was tall and built, staring hard as fuck at me.
The other one, I recognized—he was the one who started all this shit.

The guy who recorded the video stood confidently, "Yo, I'm sorry."

I nodded, acknowledging his apology but not sure what I felt.
 I didn't know if I forgave him, hell, I didn't even know if I was mad at him to begin with.

Everything was just... A lot.

"C'mon," Amaris said, taking my hand and leading me up the stairs.

"You're looking a mess", he said bluntly.

I sucked my teeth, pulling my hand away, "Who asked?"

"For?"

"Your opinion."

He chuckled, shaking his head before opening a bedroom door.

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