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****** Royal ******

Will got out of the car and I zoomed off the block. I was already late with this pick up but I had to drop my baby back off at home. I continued to go on about my day.. Made some pick ups, sold some pills and now I was heading home. Everything was smooth. It was now going on about 6:25 and my house was quiet. It was weird not having Will here. Who would have thought that , I Royal, would be falling in love. A nigga had a rough life, Ive been through many trials and tribulations, but I have never loved someone. I have NEVER loved someone enough to fall in love with them. But this was all changing. Will brung something into my life that I have always wanted. He was there for me. As a child, I had family but I never felt like they had my back like I had theirs. I guess, thats where I get my independence from. He is not only there for me but I love that he is trying to do something for himself. The nigga got dreams and goals, The hope for something better. I mean, I got that too but he's deciding to go the more positive route. Sometimes, I feel like I can be more than what I am. Someone on the outside looking in at me, might say "But Nigga you got everything. What more could you want?". That's true. I do have everything... a nice house, bomb ass cars, and a good ass boyfriend. But its not about what I have, its more of the proccess of how I got all of this. Who knows? I couldve been the next damn Einstein or something. Im no cocky nigga but I know my worth. I know I'm a smart ass nigga. Thats why this drug shit so easy. I can work my way around any general persons way of thinking. Im always two steps ahead. But I been selling for some years and with Will in my life. I dont wanna put myself or him at risk of anything. So pretty soon, I would be outta the game. I just need to make a few G's and I would reach my goal of 5 million dollars in my savings. I so was close that it felt bettersweet but I was happy to step outta the game and start my life with Will.

I broke outta my daydream when I heard a knock on the door. My feet ran quickly down my staircase as the knocks on the door got harder and louder.

"Ayee, Who is it?" I yelled out.

BANG BANG BANG

"What the fuck..." I thought to myself as I reached for the door knob.

I swung the door opened to see Bubbles, standing there with her big ass purse resting in the crease of her arms.

"Bubbles, Girl... You boutaa get your ass murked." I seriously stated to her with a smile.

"Well if you gave a bitch a key, We wouldnt have this problem." She replied.

"Shit we over here enough. We might as well." She added on before walking in.

I watched as her ass switched in them little ass tan shorts before she sat on the couch and crossed her legs. Shaking my head, I closed the door and decided to take a seat beside her.

"You definitely not getting a key to my house with your crazy ass." I said cracking her a smile.

"Haha." She scoffed.

"Where the other honeys at?" She added on.

"I dont know why your here! Y'all call isnt until 8:00. You still got an hour to spare." I informed her.

"Well shit. If I wanted a ride, I had to come earlier. I know your ass wasnt gonna pick me up."

"Yeah, you thought right."

Bubbles was a cool as chick. Other than working for me during the night. She as everyone else I hung around had goals. In the morning she was working in one the highest business offices in the city. She didnt need to work with me because baby girl, was getting paid them big bucks but she didnt mind doing the work for the extra cash. She probably was just putting all this money she made with me in a safe or saving it for later in life. Which was a smart ass move. I watched as her iphone screen light shined on her light skin and light brown eyes. She had minimal freckles on her face and when she worked with me, she wore two pony tails on the side of her face. Her hair was real long so you could tell that maybe she was mixed and her mom had to definitely be black because she was surely working with what her momma gave her. Her body was banging and she sure knew how to use what she had to get what she wanted.

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