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drea. - TWO WEEKS LATER
I've been on a mission to find something to preoccupy my time earlier in the day. Everybody is finding their niche while I'm still twiddling my thumbs. Marco is back doing tattoos full time, Desi is in school, my brother actually found a regular nine to five with IT, outside of being a new mom Apryl is a nurse and so is Tiara. Me I'm just a couch potato and Maddison's slave.
I used to think being a housewife, well currently fiancée would be the thing for me like my mom but I am bored of my mind.
Desi and Apryl suggested opening a boutique since I love clothes so much but that's what most of the drug dealers baby mamas do and I'm not a customer service type of girl. The minute you get an attitude with me, I'm killing you.
Back then my life consisted of working and hunting people down. I never found the time to see what I was good at besides shooting a gun and I hate that.
Walking inside of Indigo Ink, I waved at Tez who is basically Marco's receptionist now that Mia is swimming with the fishes.
"Wassup lil Marco." He said while giving me a hug.
"Hey big Tiara."
Tez laughed. "Chill."
"How did you guys date go last night?"
"Smooth, I'm glad we're finally getting a chance to do this and she's no longer trying to sneak around because of her crazy ass brother."
"Agreed, you better do right by my girl or ima kill you."
Tez put his hands up. "Aye, I believe you."
"Good." Pushing his head, I made my way to the back and into Marco's area. He was in his zone, sketching a tattoo and nodding his head to his music. He looked up from his paper for a second then back down.
We've been in an awkward space since the whole situation with Nisha. I'm not trying to cause problems but I kind of feel like he feels some type of way about killing her and I don't wanna be that girl but if you was feeling that bitch, say something so I can shoot you too.
"Hello." I said while climbing up on the tattoo chair.
He dropped his pen, sat back and looked at me. "Wassup Dre."
"How are you? You snuck out the house early this morning."
"I didn't sneak, I had an early client and I told you that but I'm sure you didn't hear me over Maddison's loud snoring."
