Fallin' || Power

"Fuck"

In a dimly lit building, Isla and Tommy observed a group exchanging guns from behind a window. "Julio tell them to check the guns?" James asks walking in catching the attention. "First thing I said to him." Tommy says as they turn back to the window. "Think it bothers them they don't know who they're working for?" Isla asks wondering. " You think the fry cook at Burger King knows the fucking CEO?" James questions making isla and Tommy look at him confused. Like why he use that example. "They wouldn't know that motherfucker if he walked in and asked for extra ketchup." James adds on causing tommy to chuckle.

"Don't forget. One of these people might be the reason Cruz got jumped in the first place." James says reminding Tommy. "Yeah, well, let's hope he or she is afraid to get shot." Tommy threatens, his eyes narrowing. "We'll know soon enough," James replies, his tone grim as isla continued to watch through the window, her eyes locked on the group exchanging weapons.

"Our soldiers are strapped now. We should be, too." Tommy says pulling out two guns in front of James and Isla. "All this shit going on, how am I gonna explain to Tasha i let you run around with no piece?" Tommy says, handing James a gun. He then turns to Isla. "You need a piece too, beautiful," he says, offering her the second gun.

Isla sighs before taking it. "It's been a minute since I handled one," she says, inspecting the weapon. "You sure you're gonna be good with that?" James asks, eyeing her with concern. "I aint say I forgot how to use one," Isla retorts, making James raise his hands in a surrender pose.

"Let's get 'em out on the street. Time to make the doughnuts." James says before turning back to the window. "Here comes the drama" isla mumbles to herself, mentally preparing herself. "Good to have you back sade" Tommy comments smirking. "For now that is" Isla corrects making James and Tommy smile.

...

James, Isla, and Tommy are driving through the city. Tommy is behind the wheel, Isla is in the passenger seat, and James is in the back. "Angela Valdes came into the club last night," James informs his friends. "From high school? Wow. What's that–" Tommy starts, but James cuts him off.

"Eighteen years," James answers. "You said that entirely too fast," Isla comments. "How'd she look?" Tommy asks, glancing at James and then back at the road. "Mm," James hums, causing Isla to furrow her eyebrows. "What's that?" Isla questions with her eyebrow arched. "That good, huh?" Tommy questions, keeping his eyes on the road. "Yeah, well, is she married now? Got kids?" He asks as James shakes his head no. "No ring, and she didn't say anything about kids," James replies.

"You tell her about yours?" Isla asks, earning a silent reply from James. "Well, we didn't talk that long," James admits, making Tommy sigh and Isla roll her eyes. "Oh, shit," Tommy mumbles as Isla chuckles. "Just like a regular nigga," Isla comments, making James look at them. "What's that supposed to mean?" James asks. "What that means is, what are you thinking about doing? When that girl moved away, she seriously fucked you up. I was there, remember?" Tommy says, recalling the memory.

"So was I," Isla adds, shaking her head. "Aw, come on. That was a long time ago," James says, dismissing their concerns. "Tasha is a good woman, man. You ain't never fucked around on her before. Why do you want to go sniffing around pussy from high school?" Tommy says, a disgusted expression on his face.

"For once, I'm agreeing with Tommy. I don't say that a lot," Isla says, making Tommy smirk. "Thank you sexy" he asks smirking. "Not too much" isla says putting her hand up.

"Tommy, first of all, I can't believe you're starting some shit about monogamy. You got more bitches than a goddamn pound," James says, making Tommy shake his head in disappointment. "But second, I know me and Tasha got a good thing. I'm not trying to fuck that up. It's just got me thinking, you know, about the road not traveled, that's all," James says, looking out the window.

"The road not traveled? You are a rich, successful and a semi nice black man What more do you want?" Isla, giving James a disbelieving look. "What do you mean semi-nice?" James questions making her shrug. "You are semi nice" Isla answers. "Hold on I'm nice" James says making Tommy and Isla look at each other.

"Anyways I just wanted to see how Angela turned out," James says. "No, you already saw how she turned out. Anything else is just you trying to heal wounds from childhood," Tommy corrects him, making James shake his head. "Damn, Tommy, you've grown a bit," Isla says, making James chuckle. "You gotta stop watching that 'Dr. Phil' shit," James says, making them both laugh. "That man knows what he's talking about," Tommy says. "Shut up. Sit down," James says, imitating Dr. Phil.

"You shut up," Tommy retorts as they come to a stop. "No, shut up," James says, sighing before getting out of the car. "So long, motherfucker," he says, getting out, causing Tommy to get out the car lean a little on the car to look at his friend. "You didn't ask about that thing we did the other night," Tommy says, making Isla look at them. "You clean it up like I said?" James asks, looking down at Tommy, earning a silent reply. "Then there ain't nothing to ask about. What, you think I forgot?" James questions.

"Yeah, I do," Tommy answers honestly. "Get the fuck out of here," James says, closing the door with a smile. As Tommy gets back in the car Isla looks at him. "Before we get to business you tryna get something to eat?" He asks making Isla look at him in disbelief. "Are you asking me on a date?" Isla asks arching her brow.

"Only if you say yes," Tommy answers with a smirk, making her smirk in return. She leans in closer, their faces just inches apart, her eyes locked on his with a playful glint. "Only if I say yes, huh?" she teases, her voice low and sultry, causing him to chuckle.

"Yup," he replies, his eyes following her as she traces a finger along his jawline. "I don't think so, playa," she finishes with a wink, her lips curving into a seductive smile before returning to her seat making him look at her in shock before returning to his seat.

"Fuck" he mumbles to himself as adjusts his pants before driving off.

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