Inhale

Inhale (4)

Inhale (4)

Andrea's POV //



"It's me, Jaylon." I answered.

"Aye, what's up, baby?" He asked. I heard a sound in the background.

"I was about to go to sleep."

"Oh, so you don't want me calling you?"

"Boy don't play with me. I have work tomorrow."

"I guess I'll let you sleep, mamas. Goodnight, bae."

"Goodnight, Jaylen." I said falling asleep, not even hanging up.



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Jaylen's POV //

I listened to Andrea's soft snores, I chuckled. She was so cute. I hung up before walking into Wayne's room. I let my fingers tangle through his curly hair before going in my room, making sure I kept Wayne'a door half opened.



*

After dropping off Dwayne and picking up Damen, I was ready to see Brandon.

So from what I hear he been messing around with Mr.Y's money and we needed to show him what he was messing wit.

He was a smart boy, making sure he switched up his schedule every now and then. But today he would go to a woman's house, who I'm thinking is his hoe or whatever and then he'll go to Lens.

Len's was someone who was competing with Mr.Y for respect. From the looks of it, Len was paying Brandon to rob Mr.Y.

"So who you?" Damen asked as Brandon stopped at his house.

"The fuck you mean who am I? I'm Jaylen, nigga." I said, looking at him like he was stupid.

"Nigga, I mean is you good cop or bad cop."

"Shut up, Day." I said as I hopped out the car as Brandon stopped at his door.

As soon as he opened the door, I snuck behind him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He held up his hand as I pushed him in the house, Damen behind me.

"Okay, lil nigga. We hear to teach you a lesson?" Damen said as he went to walk up to Brandon.

I stopped him by grabbing his shoulder, "No broken bones, no scars." I reminded him.

He nodded before walking up to Brandon where he sat on the couch silent, "Why you tryna play Mr.Y?"

"I ain't tryna play nobody." Brandon said before he punched Brandon in his face. Causing his head to swing to the side.

"Damen! What I tell yo ass." I told him.

"I'm bad cop. This what I do. Remember." I shook my head before turning to Brandon,

"Look, all we wanna know is why you working for Len and why you tryna play Mr.Y and we'll leave."

"You for real." Damen and Brandon both asked.

"Yeah."



"Well, Len he tryna buil-" Brandon started.

"Nigga get to the point." Damen said.

"Len wants to expand his business. Some of his clients are going to Mr.Y and by robbing Mr.Y no one will want to go to him."

"Are you kidding me. The fuck is you getting from this?" Damen asked.

"One-fourth of the money."

"Look, we followed yo ass for two fucking hours and this what we get." Damen said, shaking his head.

"Look, that's all we need to know. But watch ya back." I said before getting up and leaving before Damen punched Brandon again, knocking him out.