𝚂𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚃Í𝙽𝙴𝚉 | 𝚂𝙰𝙽
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"tino, you here early." this nigga coop say as i walk into the police station.
he was a dark skin, white smile having, taper fade police officer.
he was single handily breaking stereotypes —- our ancestors would be proud.
i shrug and walk all the way to my desk, before leaning against it. "i was called in early as hell. I was expecting it though, cause i wasnt really called in that much yesterday."
last night after i got done fucking the shit outta that blasian nigga, he left, i left and i went home and went ta sleep. nobody wired my walkie-talkie. nothing.
"ion know why they called you in today, ain't shit happening right now." he glanced behind him and then he looked at me again.
i looked towards the back —- right at the office of head police officer here. the boss, my boss. the door was closed and the light was off.
he ain't here.
so who the fuck called me in?
i jolted my head towards the back and then i raised an evebrow. "who called me in? our boss ain't here."
he stared at me and laughed a little. "gotta be that nigga terrance."
that terrance dude was like the second in command. ian think he was here, i thought he was out somewhere with his supposedly girlfriend.
he a hoe though, so ian taking his word for it. nigga for the streets.
but then again, i fuck muthfucas from time to time when i feel like it.
so, i can't really say shit.
"he said he ain't wanna be in this bitch with only like two people. which is why im here. but ian know he called yo' ass too." he explained making me roll my eyes.
"estás bromeando, joder?" my tone was harsh and sharp. i could've been asleep in my bed right now.
if ian have to come, why the fuck am i here?
ian mind coming in at first cause i thought i had to, but na i know i didn't have to. i wasted the willpower it took to get here.
coop ain't know spanish, so he just looked at me crazy. this nigga needa download duolingo.
i sighed. "where his ass at?"
coop pointed behind his self, towards the back. he was pointing by the boss's office towards a black door ona side.
"he ina back talking to that new hire we got." he must be talking about that white nigga.
jAsOn or however you say his white ass name.
"that jason nigga?" i asked.
he shook his head, "yea. ed sheeran."
i laugh before i smirk at him. this nigga coop a trip. "he got orange hair too?"
