ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀꜱᴜɪᴛᴇ ♧ central cee

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'ay, i have to cut.' oakley mumbles after checking the time. i furrow my brows as i sit up from his lap as we're laid down on the sofa.

'why?'

'walid and the others.' he speaks softly as i get off of him.

'okay. stay safe.' i murmur as he sits up, kissing my cheek.

'course.' he says as he gets up. 'i love you.'

'i love you too.' i reply as he walks out, the door shutting behind him.

'i can't believe what i'm hearing.' ani chirps from her spot on the arm chair – manny left a while ago so we were all just watching a random movie.

'well..' i shrug as i lay back down again.

'what does he even do?' she asks as i shrug.

'some gang shit, i don't know. i've asked him before but he doesn't tell me anything. just tells me not to worry.' i shrug.

'is that not weird?' she asks, her brows furrowed.

'i don't know. i don't really care.'

'what else does he do?'

'sometimes he just comes home with a lot of money.' i say as she raises her brows, stopping the movie now.

'like how much..?'

'a few bags.' i mumble.

'a few bags!' she repeats, surprised and i nod. 'what kind of drugs is he selling?'

'i don't know, like i said, i don't ask him about it. he did it before to support his family and assuming from only having one album out you can't be a millionaire.' i explain as she nods slowly.

'true.' she mumbles. 'i think you two should talk about it.' she says and i shrug.

'i don't know, i don't want to meddle.' i say as i fiddle with a piece of string poking out out a pillow.

'girl, he's your boyfriend, you're allowed to question him and be worried about him.' she says and i shrug.

'i don't know. we don't usually–'

'what? talk?' she asks as i laugh.

'no, i mean. we don't like talk about his stuff. he's a private person.'

'he's also in a relationship now. which means, you have every right to question him about like, everything.' she says and i shrug, rubbing my eyes.

'i'll talk to him.' i mumble, because i know that's what she wants me to say. i sit up a little on my elbow and i'm about to speak again when i hear my phone ring. i feel around, finding my phone under the pillow and i see oakley's name flash on my screen. i swipe across, answering as i bring the phone to my ear. 'hello?' i question.

'nadya.' i hear walid speak, my brows furrowing.

'walid?'