Mia
I get home from the club and strip out of my dress and heels. When I'm home, I prefer to have as little clothes as possible on, without showing everything mama gave me. I throw my hair up in a messy bun and turn my TV on. I get on the bed and plug my phones in to see if I have any notifications.
"Jay!"
A few seconds later Jay walks in.
J: "What's up Mia?""Will you please, please go get something to eat for me pleeease?!"
J:*laughing* "Sure. Text me what you want."
"Thank you!!" I go back to my phone and start checking my schedule for the next few days. There's 2 shipments and 3 drops we have to make. 5 customers are supposed to make their payment by Tuesday, and its Saturday. I really hope I don't have to track anyone down.
I put Fast 7 on so I can have some damn noise in the background. I hate being the only one home. Even tho there's guards at the entrance and at the door, I still don't like being here by myself.
I lay my head down after texting Jay what I want to eat and realize how exhausted I really am. I think I fell asleep the second I closed my eyes.
*SMACK!
I wake up to a smack on my ass and grab my gun under my pillow, aiming it at the person in my room.
Jax: *laughing* "Calm down killa."
"Fucker. You almost got shot." I rub my cheek that he smacked making a hissing sound. "You're a dick. Did you leave a mark?"
Jax: "I don't know. Turn around so I can see *I roll my eyes* you don't want me to rub it?" I smack his arm and laugh.
"What do you want fool?"
Jax: "You gonna come join me in the room or are you too tired?"
"Nah I'm good for tonight. I'm fuckin exhausted."
Jax: "Alrite. That just means I get that Gena girl all to myself." I shot out of bed with my eyes wide open.
"You better be playin nigga."
Jax: *laughing* "I am. Calm down."
"That ain't funny. I told your ass she was off limits."
Jax: "You didn't even bring her home. How you gon say she's off limits?"
...
Jax: "Ah shit! Mia finally catching feelings?"That made me laugh. "Right. That'll be the day. I just wanna make sure I get a taste before you do."
Jax: "That reminds me. Here" He hands me money and I give him a questioning look. "Gena gave it to me before we left and told me to give it to you."
I counted it, and the whole thou was there. "Why'd she give this to you?"
Jax: "Something about, she only brought you limes. I don't know. I tried telling her to just keep it, but she set it on the table in front of me and walked away. If I hadn't grabbed it one of those thirsty ass strippers woulda."
"What the hell?"
Jax laughs and shrugs his shoulders before kissing my cheek and saying good night. I get up and grab my robe to head downstairs. That nigga better have brought my damn food.
Genavese Reyes
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