Sasha's POV
Me and Dy was sitting on the couch watching Set It Off when her phone started ringing . Without looking at who was calling she answered it. I could tell it was Meek because I heard her loud ass talking. Whatever she called Dy about must have been serious because her face went from soft to stern. She started putting on her shoes while otp with Meek when she hung up she grabbed her keys was heading for the door til she remembered I was sitting there. "My bad baby I gotta go make a run with Meek real quick I'll be back in a couple hours." She came to kiss me on my forehead and left. It's been like this every since we graduated. Meek would call and she would have to go it didn't matter the hours she would just up and leave. I wasn't worried about her cheating cs ik who she was with and I trusted her but something still doesn't feel right so I made a mental note in my head to ask her about it when she got home.
Dy's POV
I was chilling with Sasha when Meek called me I already knew why she was calling after she told me where to meet her I made my way out the door . I been dipping out on Sasha a lot lately I'm suprise she hasn't spazzed on me for leaving all parts of the day and night. But ik it's coming and when she ask I'll tell her I wouldn't want to leave her blind sided. I parked behind Meeks Mustang and walked to her passenger side and got in she handed me the ski mask and pistol . Before we got out we did our childhood hand shake and said out famous quote "No Face No Trace let's make this jug fast like a Race" And with that we was out the car and approaching the house . All the lights were off so I'm guessing nobody was home we popped the lock and went in destroying the place. We was in and out within 60 seconds with about 12 hundred dollars worth of jewelry and 10,000 a piece in cash. Whatever me and Meek found we kept for ourselves I made my way in the house with the duffle bag full of money and jewelry I just finessed (stole) from someone house ad I flicked on the light Sasha was sitting there with her arms folded I sat down next to her with my head in my lap and breathe in and out then started explaining. ...........
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No Face No Trace
RomanceMy mother and father made me but the streets raised me. 18 year old Dymone (dia-mond) is coming to the end of her senior year at Lincoln high and is face with the decision of running the streets or bettering herself ,but the making up her mind won't...