The Price ࿊f Peace

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Somewhere in Oakland

Syara was tired. Like extremely tired.

She had, had sex twice within the last 24 hours and everything hurt. Like everything was sore. It was like her track work outs times three.

She honestly had no idea where Elijah got the stamina he'd built up, but he for damn sure had it.

She'd only slept for four hours, til 9 in the morning after they'd finished the first time, then for 4 after they'd finished at 12pm.

When she was woken up by Kisses and Lucky spamming her phone, she was in the middle of sleeping under her man, comfortably. She'd already shot them a text each, letting them know she was fine and had gone home for the night.

Plus, she'd turned off her location before she left Kisses' house.

When she'd answered, it was just them asking when she was coming back, and if she could bring some flour for the hot Cheeto chicken they were trying to make + the brownies she said she wanted.

Syara knocked back out immediately, going back to sleep under Elijah who happily tightened his hold on her, falling back to sleep himself in mere seconds.

Unfortunately, however, Syara couldn't stay in bed forever. She was an athlete, as well as a beloved sister and friend, and she was expected at Kisses by 7, and it was 4, which only gave her 3 hours to get home, get changed, go run, come back, shower, get changed again, and get to the store for the items she requested.

By now, with much resistance, Syara had made it out from under Elijah's extremely reluctant hold, and limped out of his door to her car.

And make no mistake, she didn't want to leave him at all. As soon as she hopped into her car, she was already missing her baby. She called him as soon as she pulled off from his house.

"Hey mama." Elijah rasped into the phone sleepily. He wasn't going to be going back to sleep before she called him.

He found it was harder to sleep without her since they'd started talking.

"Hi, papi." She frowned as she drove in the direction of her apartment.

"Whatchu' poutin' for, fat ma? Miss me?" He asked her.

Syara sighed, leaning back in her seat to try and get comfortable, "Mhm."

"You'a be alright, mami. Ima see you in a lil' bit." He promised her. "Whatchu finna go do?"

It was a clear attempt to change the conversation, but she allowed the segway since she couldn't do anything to change their circumstances.

"I gotta go run, then I gotta go back and shower, so I can go to the store, then to Kisses." She listed, still pouting as she drove, pulling out her gun at the red light.

Syara sighed, "Whatchu' got for today, Papa?" She asked him, checking her surroundings before pulling off once the light changed.

"Shit, nothin'." He spoke groggily, "Might got to tattoo this nigga Kisses fuck wit' at her shit later on, though."

Syara sighed again. She hated excessive men. As in men that didn't need to be there, and with one man, came an entourage of fifty more. She didn't even want to go anymore.

"I hate niggas." She shook her head, her pout deepening.

Elijah was quiet for a second before a chuckle could be heard from his side of the phone.

"Syara." He couldn't even be mad, he 100% understood what she meant with her track record.

"I do." She doubled down. "You, Marro, Leek, and Hooty and like two other homies is exceptions, but the rest can die. Expeditiously."