(His pleasure)
Jamal P.O.V.
"Aye somebody stop that Man!!" The store clerk yelled as he chased me down the streets of New York.
The ground was cold and wet my feet slid as I continued to run with the few items I had stolen.
I couldn't believe I shop lifted again. but I had to do what was Necessary for me to survive.
When I got to the trap house moments later Rah was in the kitchen with a girl whipping up batches of cocaine so I interrupted by saying.
" hey I'm Back" they both stopped and stared at me as If I had disturbed their train of thought or something.
" Bruh where the Hell yo ass been man ?" I looked at rah and then the girl she didn't say anything she looked like she wanted to though but she knew better.
"Man I had to make a Run", I reply slightly hunching over and placing my hands in my knees to catch my breath.
"Whatever Man Get in here we got buisness to discuss", Rah said pushing his hand of the front door and letting me in.
I step in and closed the door behind me.
I followed Rah to his white leather Couch and sit down while he sits in his black individual love seat.
"Alright Now start Talking"; Rah said and I begin.
