HOOD Royal [Editing Soon]

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Greed's POV

"Nigga I can get you killed for tryina snitch!" I said to this young nigga that works for me.

"I'm sorr-"

"I don't wanna hear yo apology! If you was sorry you would do what I asked!"
I huffed and punched this nigga in his face.

"Get ya unworthy ass up outta here. I know who can do what I asked and is willing to do it." I say

Kyriel's POV

I woke up snuggled next to Quadell with his arm around me and his head behind mine.

Last night was amazing even though I was drunk. Quadell is waaaaay better than Dashawn.

I mean....waaaaaaaaaaaaaay better.

Everything was like.....real...because Dashawn is a fuckboy and he just wants to pass and go. I'm sure he has some other kids out here. I only know about some other little boy that's 2 years younger than Major.

Quadell's phone started ringing from the floor. I acted like I was asleep when he got off me to get up.

"Wassup?" He answered.

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"Yeah you woke me up."

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"Nah, I'll be down there later."

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"Nigga ain't nobody party too hard."

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"iight whatever."

After that I guess he hung up because he stopped talking. I heard him shuffle around a bit and then he got back on the bed. He kissed my shoulder, up to my neck, then my cheek.

"Ky, baby, You sleep?" He said, which sent chills down my spine.

I didn't say anything. I just pretended to be asleep. I backed my ass up though to see his reaction.

"You not sleep. There you go startin' shit again." He laughed which made me laugh. I turned to face him.

"I was already awake." I say.

"You could have woke me up." He said.

"Why so you can wake up mad?"

"I wasn't goin to cuz I was goin see you." He said and kissed me.

"And i'm the one starting shit? Okay." I laughed.

We sat in silence until he broke it. "Imma go make sum to eat. A nigga starving."

"Okay." I laughed.

He even was built better than Dashawn too. He walked out of the room with basketball shorts on and no shirt.

I remembered that I left some clothes here from when I was here. I'm going to go straight home anyways so I got up, freshened up a bit, and found a shirt and shorts I had in the room I was in the last time.

I walked downstairs and the smell of bacon hit my nose.

"You wanna come with me to see Zaye?" I asked Quadell as I leaned on the counter top in the kitchen.

"Sure. He still in a coma? I haven't been goin' to the hospital. I hate seeing my bro like that."

"As far as i'm concerned he is. And I hate seeing him like that too. You don't have to come with me if you don't want to. Its coo'." I say.