| ɢᴏʟᴅ ᴊᴇᴡᴇʟʀʏ |

Four.

_______________________

📍Miami, Florida📍
🗓️ April 7th
Zane Jenkins ♈️
Age 24

"what the fuck are you doing?" i stare at Syamir.

he flinches at my voice, turning around.

"i-i umm...was looking for the bathroom." he stutters.

i stare back at him.

dis nigga lying like a mud.

im not that slow.

"why you lying in ma face Sya?" i walk towards him making him back up.

"im not tho. i was looking fa the bathroom." he looks up at me.

i let out a chuckle under ma breath.

yeah ight.

he keeps backing up until he hits the wall.

i stare down at him, "don't touch dat shit again you ha me?" my accent rolls off ma tongue.

"y-yeah...damn i was just looking." he says before trying to brush pass me.

i stop him, grabbing him by his neck and pushing him back where he was.

"and stop lying, i hate liars."

he nods his head staring into my eyes.

i stare back for a while until i realize i needa let him go.

i release my hand, looking away.

i go to close up the duffle bags, hearing him head for the door.

"bathroom's down stairs by the way. in dat one room."

i hear him stop.

"and im sleeping in hear by the way. me and ma daughter."

this makes me turn ma head.

i mug him, "nigga says who? you'on own nun around ha."

"says me nigga, yall took us. we the guest. we sleeping here. i ain't ask ta be here." he glares at me.

"yeah whatever. yall can sleep on the couches down there." i wave him off.

he chuckles, shaking his head before walking out.

bye, wish a nigga would.

i take the duffle bags and place them under the bed.

ion really care if he know where it's at cuz we can just kill em if he try sum, but somebody else might come snooping in here.

it'll buy time, instead of just leaving it out in the open.

__________

Later..