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Since I was too lazy to cook I ordered some pizza from Pizza Hut , I was in my shorts and tank top with some flip flops. Lucas was still upstairs. While I cleaned around the house a bit. Everything was clean but I needed it to be extra clean since I'm having guests over.
Once I was done, Lucas came downstairs with a look on his face i didn't like. "Baby please don't tell me you're still upset?" I sighed. This nigga fucked my brains out because I didn't tell him, now I'm walking funny and my pussy is sore as fuck.
I was helping him, he needs to understand. Let's say I told him, he gets someone to handle in from the outside and then shit hits the fan, he goes back to jail because of who? Me!
Would y'all let your nigga go to jail for you? I wouldn't! I don't care how much he says he would. I'm protective of mine and I take good care of me & mine! But I can't handle you being away that damn long! Lucas was in jail for a year, let's say he murdered Marcel and shit took a left turn them he gets about 30 to something years; y'all know how the system trap the good ones; and I have to wait for him through all that...
"I'm not. I'm just confused at this text Jayceon just sent me about us visiting him. How did he know I was out?" Lucas said, my brows furrowed. The only people that know are my sisters and their niggas.
"I don't know honestly. When does he want us to visit him?" I asked, why didn't he text me?
"He said as soon as possible. It's very important." Lucas said once he put his phone down, it rang. I looked at him, he was looking at me to answer his damn phone. I love that he gives me reasons to trust him, but sometimes I don't wanna seem like the controlling type.
"Hello?" I said into the phone. Once the doorbell rang i figured that's the pizza. I motioned for Lucas to handle it, he nodded.
"Where's Kid?" The bitch snapped. I looked at the phone crazy debating whether I should scream at this bitch or nah, I looked at the caller ID.
"Who's this?" I asked. Lucas hasn't been out a week and already people on his line. I hated that, I wanted him to rest before getting that bread again.
"Tell him Yasmin called, he'll know me." She snickered bitterly. I rolled my eyes, why do people feel the need to act this way? Sis my man is busy.
"Listen sis, you got a cute name now, but don't let that hoe shit get in your head. Now it's either you gon tell me what the fuck you want from my man or we gon have a problem, lil bitch." I said angrily. Lucas came in the kitchen with the food once he placed it down he saw how angry I was. "Lucas, Yasmin here tryna talk to you, and I'm tryna not catch a case." I said throwing his phone at him. I went upstairs to change.
Once I was satisfied with what I had on, I felt arms on my waist. "I'm guessing Yasmin took her sweet time with you." I rolled my eyes. He chuckled, I glared at him and he stopped laughing. Watch me get a nigga call me and make him answer the shit. He gon be fighting everybody.
