Buttah Uprgade ( A Myles Brown Love Story )

chapter 12 .

I recognize your fragrance

Hol up, you ain't never gotta say shit uh

And I know your taste is a lil bit mmm high maintenance uh

Everybody else basic

You live life on an every day basis

With poetic justice, poetic justice

If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room would you trust it?

I mean I write poems in these songs

Dedicated to you and

You're in the mood for empathy

There's blood in my pen

- Kendrick Lamar, Poetic Justice

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Date: July 14th, 2013

Time: 1:11 PM

Location: Reading, Pennsylvania ::Trap House::

:: Myles Brown ::

I parked in front of the trap house in PA. Lauren claims she gotta make a drop here but let's see what's she's really up to. We got out the car and started walking to the trap. Lauren had a brief case in her hand.

At this point, I'm on the verge of quitting the detective agency and move out the country. Find some excuse not to tell Lauren anything about my undercover job.

"You got your glock?" A voice said breaking my train of thought. "Huh?" I said. ".. Do you .. got your glock ... Your pistol dickhead." Lauren said.

"Yeah in my pocket and you betta watch your mouth calling me that." I said putting my two fingers to the side of her head thumping it. She giggled.

"Like your gonna do something." She said. "Do-" she cut me off.

"Oooooo, look at the puppy.!" She said getting all hype dropping the case. I looked and seen an all gray puppy pitbull on the porch. It was one of the dogs with the gray eyes. They call them the bluenose dogs.

Lauren went and picked him up. The dog started licking her hand . "Its probably one of the trap house dogs." I said walking towards them.

"You is sooooo cute." she said completely ignoring me. I sucked my teeth and walked inside. "Waaait nigga.!" she said rushing up to me with the pit and the brief.

"You gonna keep that shit?" I asked her. She gave me the illest straight face. "First of all, don't be disrespectful. Its not a 'shit' muthafuckaa. His name is Lockhart." She said hitting me with the stank face.

A big buff black guy came behind me and pointed an AK to my head. "Who enters?" He said with a deep voice. Lauren punched him in his skull and snatched the gun from him. He stumbled into the wall and she shot him in the leg.

"That's who." She said. "Da fuck?" A manly voice said from an office. "Yo Peanut.!" Lauren yelled out. We walked into the office.

"LaLa, wasshhup?" A man looking in his thirties said to Lauren. Had a jimmy choo suit on, waves in his hair, gold grills. He good money, no homo type shit.

"What's crackin.!" Lauren said. "What's paawpin.!" He said back chuckling all goofy. She went and hugged him.

"By the way you're friend might need a paramedic." Lauren said dryly like it wasn't no big deal. The guy nodded his head and paged someone to get the man.