The Price ࿊f Peace

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Somewhere in Oakland

Syara was just opening the condo door and placing her phone in her back pocket when she was met with the back of Money.

"What you want?" She asked him.

He didn't say anything, standing off the porch step, immediately heading for his car, leaving her confused on the porch.

Syara checked the glock in her purse before stepping off the porch and following, uncertainly behind Money to his car.

Upon reaching it, she eyed it skeptically. He had opened the door for her and was standing impatiently by the door.

Syara continued to eye him questioningly, waiting for him to explain what he'd called her out here for.

"You said you was hungry, right?" He asked her, obviously.

Syara stood there for a second, still a confused, waiting for him to explain what that had to do with him.

She motioned sarcastically for him to continue.

Elijah deadpanned her. "So get in."

"Mm.." Syara thought about it. "I don't get into cars with strange men. Y'know," she turned to walk back into the house, "stranger danger and allat. I'll starve."

Elijah huffed a breath. "Meek, c'mon."

She continued walking toward the house, stubbornly.

Elijah closed his passenger side, shrugging, "Shit, coo'. Ain' finna beg you to eat."

"I ain' ask you to, the fuck?" She asked him, turning around to watch him get into his truck.

"Aight." He nodded, shaking his head, and leaning on the roof of his truck.

"I know it's aight, nigga." She retorted, crossing her arms. Her stomach was growling at this point, but she wouldn't give in.

Elijah muttered something, getting in on his side and opening his phone to see where he was going to navigate how he would get there. Elijah knew the city well, so he didn't really use a navigation app.

Moments later, his car door opened, revealing an annoyed Syara. He looked up from his phone to take in her features as she still stood on the sidewalk, checking her surroundings vigilantly.

Elijah was leaning on his center compartment/elbow rest, with one hand on the wheel. Syara glanced at him once in the current position before deciding to just survey her settings.

Elijah waited as patiently as he could for her to state her business while she continued looking anywhere but at him. Finally, he cleared his throat.

Syara twisted her lips slightly, looking off to the side for a second, before she seemingly stopped fighting herself internally and spoke. "I'll go."

Elijah continued to look at her expectantly. Obviously, she had something else to say.

"I have a gun." She told him. And he swore he could hear the tiniest twinge in her voice. "And I won't hesitate to blow yo' brain all over this leather interior if you try anything."