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Club Parallel
"Yeah it's her." I stood in front of Yara.
"Who you supposed to be woe?" He asked looking me up and down.
Looking over his tattoos, I noticed that he was affiliated so I decided to press him.
"Was crackin cuz?" I eyed him hiking up my dickies
He stayed quiet.
I gave Yara my keys, forcing her to walk away.
"Looks like we have a bit-" Before he could finish I had already hit him in the mouth making him fall and hit his head on the concrete.
Stepping back I reached for my piece not knowing to my type of nigga I was dealing with.
I was definitely about to splat this niggas shit in broad daylight regardless of the time.
Reaching down, I pistol whipped him repeatedly in the face.
These niggas really wasn't built like me and it showed.
Standing to my feet I pointed the gun towards him.
"Oh my god Kross no!" I heard Honey scream.
Damn I thought this bitch was gone.
Looking over at her I smirked and put the gun up.
Looking down at him I took in his features before looking back over to her.
"You know this nigga?" I asked her.
"No!" She answered quickly.
"If I find out you do, your ass just as good as dead ho."
And with that I walked back towards Yara and got into my car.
Once we settled in a questioned her.
"Yara what the fuck are you not telling me mama?" I asked getting upset.
"What do you mean?" She avoided eye contact.
"Yara who the fuck is that nigga?" I asked her.
"My ex."
"Stevie Wonder could see that shit, who the fuck is that nigga?" I asked her.
"His name is Jonathan, that's it that's all." She turned her head.
