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"nigga relax, i gotta make sure my grandma got her medicine taken care of." i softly chuckle, hearing lloyd let out a frustrated sigh on the phone
"nah, you just stallin." he says, causing me to roll my eyes. standing in the middle of my room, i look myself in the mirror, smoothing down my bella bootleg pants. i was definitely stalling.
"mama, c'mon." i hear him groan. i take one last look in the mirror, grabbing kastro's lighter before walking out my room, towards the front door
opening the front door, i see lloyd leaning against his midnight 1972 mustang. upon hearing the door close behind me, he looks up at me, flashing a small smile
"you sure love teasing a nigga." he lowly says, watching me as i slowly made my way up to him. still leaning on his car, he pulls me by my waist, positioning me between his legs as his hands moved to my behind
he leans down, softly interlocking his lips with mine. he deepens the kiss, feeling his tongue aggressively fight for dominance. "mmh." he softly groans, feeling his hands gripping on my behind, lifting my feet off the ground
wrapping my legs around his waist, he turns, placing me on the hood of his car as he breaks the kiss, staring at me with a small smile plastered on his bloom fleecy face
"you missed me that much?" he asks. i playfully roll my eyes, softly wiping my lipgloss off his lips, "boa, you're the one swallowing my face." i say as he lets out a chuckle
he helps me to my feet, opening the passenger door for me. "yeah, yeah, you always got some to say." he says, waiting for me to get secured in the seat before closing the door
he jogs over to the drivers, getting in. putting on my seatbelt, i get a glimpse of his gun in the glove compartment. he sees my eyes linger there for a bit before he leans over to close it
"you ready to go, mama?" he lowly asks, starting the car. i nod, not looking at him as i played with my fingers. 8 days, rene'e. it's literally been 8 days
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arriving at kastro's cookout, i scan through the crowd, looking for any signs of serenity, kastro or kadafi, anyone i knew. with lloyd behind me, i grab my phone, calling serenity
