Getting the keys to my truck and my phones I headed for the front door.
"Jay don't be stupid. Go to yo mama crib." Dior yelled behind me as I closed the door.
Here it is damn near two in the morning and I'm sitting in the my truck tryna figure out my next move. This time I really fucked up. Heading to the trap I decied to take care of business until I figured things out.
Pulling onto the block of the trap I was instantly pulled over.
"License and insurance?" The officer ask.
"Here you go." Handing her the information she headed back to her squad car.
After about fifteen mintues she came back to the car with my things.
"Mr. Jayceon you be safe."
"I will." Grabbing my things back I noticed she slipped me her number. I'm definitely gone use it to my advantage.
Once inside the crib I went to my office hoping Twan answer his phone. To my surprise he did.
"Man wake yo sleepy ass up!"
"Fuck you want nigga?" His said in a groggy voice.
"Get yo pussy ass up it's work time."
"Fuck you homie. I'll see you in ah couple hours."
"Iight." Hanging up the phone I laughed at Tia in the background.
I went through a couple papers on my desk. After thinking about ripping the paper I decied against it. These paper is to seal my child future and mine. If Dior knew the whole story then she would be on her knees giving a nigga head.
I haven't told her but Twan and decided to leave the game alone. We're going to open a strip club. Yeah we're going to be around a lot of bitches but it's legal and they don't have to worry about us being out here in these streets.
Deciding to end my night/morning I laid down on the couch in my office.
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Loving A Thug Ain't Easy
RomanceSpoiled brat Dior stumbled upon drug lord Jay. Her life is bound to change right? But will it be for the best? Come along and find out on this journey. It won't only change Dior but you too. You can't always be a ride or die. With age comes prioriti...
