Chapter Three : " You In?"

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                                     -Nyc
       Slamming the car door to Tommy's BMW he says, "Aye, I know you mad and all but don't slam my shit if you ain't got the money to pay for it". "Nigga shut up , let's go get some dope" I said. "Say no more" he says while turning on "No Advance" by 21 Savage.

Cruising down 57th street , we  pull up at "Pizza Da Solo". "Stay in the car, I'm finna try to finesse his old ass" I say stepping out the car pulling my crop top down to show my titties. "Do ya thang sis" Tommy says. Scar walks up to me and kisses my hand while slipping the sack underneath it . "That was smooth" I say sarcastically "so what you on tonight? You don't wanna blow with me?" I ask. Every time I smoke with Scar, he smokes me out and he gives me double of what I bought from him. "Of course I do baby girl but, I got some business to take care of at the trap. And you know yo father would trip if he saw me with you" he said. "So the fuck what Scar, all we doing is smoking together!" . Scar knew like all the other niggas that work for my dad knew not to fuck with any of his family. Scar was just a scary ass nigga tbh. "I don't know about that Nycole.." . Irritating the hell out of me, I offered him something no nigga could resist. "Look Scar, I was honestly trying to just chill with you, and maybe get a little something popping before I go" I say biting on my lip and caressing his chest. "Okay Nyc , meet me at the Trump Towers in an hour" Scar says. With a big smile on my face I say "Thank you Scar, you won't regret it". He winks and walks off.

I hop back in the car gave a devious smile to my brother and say "I got a lick for you Tommy , you in?" , "You know I am" he says . "Aight pull up at the Trump Tower."

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