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𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 ➪

𝐿O𝐶𝛢𝑇𝐼O𝛮 : 𝑇𝑅𝛦𝑉O𝛮'𝘚 𝑅𝛦𝘚𝐼𝐷𝛦𝛮𝐶𝛦

𝐿O𝐶𝛢𝑇𝐼O𝛮 : 𝑇𝑅𝛦𝑉O𝛮'𝘚 𝑅𝛦𝘚𝐼𝐷𝛦𝛮𝐶𝛦

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𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒

𝛢𝑇𝐿𝛢𝛮𝑇𝛢, 𝐺𝛦O𝑅𝐺𝐼𝛢

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 getting out of bed Celeste grabbed her pair of shorts from the floor before snatching her phone off the charger. Tiptoeing to the door she looked back seeing Trevon was still knocked out cold.

She had told him to wait fifteen minutes, since Trevon had just fell asleep. Rolling her eyes at the thought of what she was doing, she slowly twisted the door knob opening his room door, quietly shutting it behind her.

Pressing onto her flashlight icon on her phone holding down for a second, she guided herself towards the staircase before carefully walking down them.

"Here goes nothing" she lowly spoke to herself unlocking the front door before opening it, she knew that he had a ring camera which would alert him, so she decided to power his phone off thinking ahead.

Closing the door behind her she walked towards the parked car on the side of the road before purposely knocking hard onto the passenger side backseat window, hearing a click she opened the door before getting inside.

"What?" Dayvon heard soon as the irritated girl had got inside of the car. He drove off ignoring her before feeling a punch land onto his smaller thighs, Celeste leaning forward from the backseat.

She didn't want to go in the passengers seat, just in case Trevon did see the camera, she could use an Uber excuse.

"Man what the fuck is you hitting me for?" He asked blocking another blow wanting to drive the car off the side of road killing them both.

"For disrespecting me, you had the nerve to come all the way out here for what? What was your sick ass reasoning." She spoke as he kissed his teeth.

"I already said you mine." He simply shrugged as if it were nothing removing his gun from his jacket pocket placing it inside of the cup holder, Celeste now becoming confused on how he had a gun.

She knew he couldn't bring it to the airport, due to all the security and metal detectors.

"Getcho goofy ass from back there bruh." He spoke earning a eye-roll from her, as she climbed up into the front seat. "Where's Kris at? Why aren't you with her right now." She pettily asked.

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