𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

pg. 33

ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ:
ᴅʀᴜɢ ᴜsᴇ, sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ & sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ

Ｔｏｘｉｃ －Ｌｏｖｅ

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Christian Byle Jr
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'this is a incoming call from christian, press 0 to begin.'

"hello?" kijea said.

"hey ma." cj said, smiling as he held the phone.

"heyy. how you doing?" kijea asked, in a concerned tone.

"im straight, dont worry bout me. how is you doing?" Cj asked, standing up straight with a serious facial expression.

"im okay." kijea replied.

"kijea dont fuckin lie." Cj said, getting irritated.

"cj im fine, calm down, like for real for real." kijea reassured.

"nah, ian like the shit that nigga pulled." cj replied, shaking his head, trying to calm himself back down.

"mhm i know. shit ian like it either." kijea added.

"how lani?" cj asked, since he heard what had occurred with her, he felt a pain in his chest.

"shes doing better. she being a clown but she doing fine." kijea responded.

"ight. dats cool dats cool." cj said, nodding his head.

"aye cj come hop innis game." a guy yelled from the table, he was shuffling a deck of cards.

"ight hold on." cj yelled back.

"who is that?" kijea asked.

"nobody." cj replied.

"i miss you though ma." cj said, smiling as he thought of kijea.

"i miss you too." kijea responded.

'you have 5 minutes remaining.'

"this shit finna end soon but i need you to do something for me kj." cj said, fixing the phone so that she could hear him clearly.

"what is it?" kijea asked.

"i need you to text that nigga rell." cj replied.

"rell? who th-" his number is 312-987-6543, call him around 7." cj added, cutting kijea off.

"ask zeke to help you." cj said.

the phone went quiet.

"okay." kijea responded, sounding confused.

"ight i love you ma." cj said, removing the phone from his ear.

"i love you too cj." kijea replied, sounding distant since cj was in the mist of placing the phone back on the holder.

cj placed the phone back on the holder and made his way towards the table where the guys where playing cards at.

"so what yall betting on?" cj asked as he waited for one of the guys to move so he could sit down.

a guy moved.

cj sat down.

"shit commissary. shit like that or big rugs." the guy, pimpo answered.

big rugs was code names for drugs, phones, knifes, basically contraband.

cj nodded his head in response.