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The Get Back | 9

|A/N : & This chapter does contain strong sexual content that may not be suitable for certain audiences. Reader discretion is advised MuthaPhukka.... Happy reading |

"License and registration"

I sighed and did a double take when I realized who I got pulled over by.

"Man, what the fuck do you want?", I snarled then chuckling.

DT Moore smirked at me as he heads nods toward the front of my car and leaning on the window of my car.

"See that right there?"

"See what man?"

I closed my eyes and heaved an annoyed sigh. DT Moore and I know each other since I was about 18 years old. How? He been picking my ass up for skipping school, arrested me on petty weed charges all the time.

Everyone at the precinct knew who I was. They even called me Casual down at the station. It was like Christmas to them when they bought me in. I know they been trying to lock a nigga up.

I watched as DT made his tall frame to the front of my vehicle in a black trench coat, twirling his flashlight around in his hand. The headlights from my car shined onto him as some of the street lights flickered on the quiet block.

"This right here man"

DT raised his arm and swung at my right head light, busting it with his flashlight. I heard the glass shatter as only the left side of my car headlight beamed on him.

"You got a broken headlight buddy" he chimed as he walked back towards my window.

"OH, MY GOD SON", I shrieked as I leaned over my steering wheel. "What the hell is you doing, what you do that shit for yo?!"

"Now that you see your car is a safety hazard and I don't want you to hurt yourself, license and registration please" he smirked as he held his hand out.

This guy is fucking crazy. I tightened my lips as my nostrils flared while staring at him. I swear to god he is lucky I like my freedom, but this nigga deserves his cap to be peeled for that shit right there. I just got this fucking car man.

"Come on son" I threw my head back against the headrest. "You blowin me right now"

DT Moore waved his fingers in a "come on motion as he spoke to me"

"Give me the license and registration" he spat. "You got any paraphernalia on you?"

I cut my eyes at him as I opened my glove compartment and grabbing my papers out. I slammed it closed as I shoved the papers in his cold hands. He grinned deviously as he looked down at the papers.

I sucked my teeth, "Ayo god, don't you got some white man you need to save or some shit"

He chuckled as he raised an eyebrow, smacking my papers in his hand and then looking in my direction.

"Where you going Mr. Wright?" he questioned me.

"Why you always fucking with me?"

He stared before giving a small grin. He waved the papers in my face then walked away.

"Don't move, you stay your ass right here"

I looked at my driver side window as he walked back to his unmarked pig car. This shit is blowing my high and buzz right now. All this cause I wanna see Monae. I mean damn, I better at least get some head or a hand job out of this shit.

A couple minutes passed and I heard DT Moore boots clack across the pavement. He leaned down in my window, smoking a Cuban cigar.

"You know I got reports on a stolen vehicle, right?", he said as he blew smoke through his nostrils and tossing my papers into my lap