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Kilo Held Onto Yonnie's Hand As He Finished Singing To Her . He Was Surprised Too , Only That He Remembered What He Wrote Down On A Piece Of Paper . He Don't Know Where His Singing Talent Came From . Sunni's Side , Or AJ Senior's Side . But All He Know , He Can Sing His Ass Off , And That's All That Matters To Him .
"I Think You Should Get Going ."
Yonnie Didn't Say Nothing As She Started Putting Her Clothes On . She Didn't Know That He Would Do Such A Thing , Better Yet , Treat Her Like She Was Hoe Or Something . But Kilo Know All The THOTS In His Area And Her Area .
"See You At The Car Show This Weekend ?" She Asked , As She Grabbed Her Keys Off The Table .
"No Doubt ."
She Smiled And Kilo Stopped Her When She Got To The Door . He Spun Her Around , And Took Her Into Another World With A Sloppy Kiss On Her Lips . Like They Would Never See Each Other Again . She Didn't Wanna Ask , But Her Curiosity Was Getting The Best Of Her .
"Why Are You Kissing Me Like You're Never Gonna See Me Again ?" She Asked .
"What You Mean ?"
"Nothing . Don't Worry About It . I Have To Go ."
Yonnie Left Out The Door . She Had A Lot Of Packing To Do And She Has To Finish So She Can Get Some Sleep Or Something . Her And Her Girls Have A Big Day Tomorrow .
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Yonnie , Jae , Meisha , And Quita Arrived In Mecca , Saudi Arabia Many , Long , Hours Later . All Four Of Them Were Tired Ass Hell , And All They Wanted To Do Was Sleep And Prolly Wanted A Little Bite To Eat . They Got Everything They Needed Off The Private Jet And Stepped On The Scene . Arabians Were Everywhere With Loaded Weapons . All Of Them Were Holding Assault Rifles With Extra Ammo Wrapped Around Their Body . It Looked Like They Were At A Military Service And Someone Special Died . They Just Were Packed With The Heat . Yonnie And Meisha Instantly Grew Very Nervous About All The Guns Pointed At Them . When They Got To The End Of The Staircase , A Man Yelled Among The Crowd . All Guns Went To Their Sides . A Short , Stout Arabian Man Came Stumbling In An Off White Shall , Covering Up Everything But His Face .
"My American Friends . My Beautiful American Friends ! Welcome To Mecca !" The Short Man Said In His Heavy Arabian Accent .
"Thank You , Sir . It's Nice Out Here . I Hope I Have A Good Time Out Here ." Yonnie Said .
"Yes , Yes . You Will . There's A Ball Going On Right Now . I Will Like For You Four Beautiful Women To Join Us . You Have A Driver That Will Take You Wherever You Need To Go . A Suite Is Also Set Up For Each Of You , Too . My Ladies ."
"No Thank You . We Are Here On A Business Trip , And We Need To Get Back Across The Boarder As Soon As Possible . Time Is Money ." Jae Budded In .
"Yes , Time Is Money , My Dear . Money Speaks Sense In A Language All Nations Understand . I Know Exactly What You Are Here For , And You Will Find What You're Looking For At The Ball . Remember , The Love For Money Is The Root Of All Evil ." The Man Said .
Another Arabian Man Came Forward .
"Ma'am , I Will Like To Ask You If You Have The Drugs ? The Master Had To Make Sure Before He Make Any Transactions With You ."

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