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𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐕𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓

"Niggas ain't never hit back to back like that," Duke complained, throwing his hands up in the air.

He sat back on the frozen curb, visibly frustrated as Zoo gripped him on the shoulder with a laugh. "On David, this nigga gotta be cheating or he lucky as hell."

"Ain't no such thing as luck with this nigga," Zoo said, "Bro always roll like the dice know he ain't one to play with."

Dayvon laughed under his breath, stuffing the money into the inside pocket of his Moose Knuckles jacket. "Maybe yo' ass just don't know how to roll some dice."

All three of them had been outside for the past couple of hours now and at first it was a much larger crowd. However, as time went on – and Von's winning streak continued – a lot of people left.

Duke shot him a glare. "Fuck that. Double or nothing."

"Double or nothing?" Dayvon repeated, raising an eyebrow. "You sure bout that folks? 'Cause you look like you 'bout ready to cry over that band you just lost."

Duke shook his head, but before he could answer, Dayvon's attention drifted across the street. The group of girls by the corner store caught his eye again, but this time it wasn't just their laughter that drew his gaze.

His cousin Baylo stood among them, his red hoodie a beacon against the muted backdrop of the snowy street.

"Fuck Baylo over there on?" Dayvon asked, squinting slightly as he straightened up.

Zoo followed his gaze, his smirk fading into curiosity. "Same thing he always on – talkin' to whoever gon' listen."

Dayvon hummed in agreement, watching as Baylo leaned in close to one of the girls.

She was bundled up, her black coat and doing little to hide the natural curves she carried now. Baylo gave her a quick hug, and something about her struck a chord in Dayvon's mind.

"Hol' up," Dayvon muttered, narrowing his eyes. "Who that he just hugged?"

Zoo smirked knowingly, leaning closer. "You must be trying to get on that. Nigga that's Honey."

Dayvon frowned, the name stirring up a memory. "Honey?"

Zoo clapped him on the back. "C'mon, Von. You know her. Used to run with us sometimes, back when we was kids. Chubby girl, mouth full of braces and them thick ass glasses."

Dayvon shook his head, still squinting at her. "That's her? We thinkin' bout the same Honey?"

"Ain't that what I said," Zoo said with a laugh. "She look good now. Shit, damn near every nigga in the Zoo trying to fuck with her now."