Tommie's P.O.V:
Man what a damn day, I almost died twice, me and Cook got some real issues to talk through, and on top of that I ain't ate shit all day.
I can't believe that mark ass nigga shot at me, after Cook broke the lamp over his head I quickly jumped to the side. I guess he had a natural reaction after Cook hit him, I don't know. Luckily, I dodged the bullets but Cook's wall took some serious heat.
And those Mexicans? Maannn, never will I ever let that nigga Mike run business again.
When I arrived at Mike's house I told Cook it was time to go to my place, if we was gonna talk it couldn't be here, and Mike wasn't havin' her stay at his crib a second longer.
Mike's P.O.V:
I walk into my kitchen to get my leftover Popeyes, a nigga was hungry.
"Where the fuck my Popeyes.."
I looked in the trash, this bitch.
"Cookie! Getcho ass in here!"
Cookie and Tommie walked in
"Bitch you ate my Popeyes?" I was hot.
"Yea, you said to not eat your honey buns?" She said it so nonchalantly that shit made me livid.
"It don't matter! Don't you know any southern hospitality! To not eat anyones leftover especially a black person's chicken!" She strayed laughing
"You know what, get the hell up out my house fa' I lose my cool" I pointed to door and in the act of it I heard Tommie bust out laughing.
"Damn man you havin a bitch fit over some chicken? Talk bout 'southern hospitality' nigga we don't even live in the south, You boutta start yo man period or what?" He laughed
"Anyways I'm out I'll call you tomorrow, peace nigga" he dabbed me up then left.
Now a nigga could get some sleep.
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Till The End Of Time
General FictionTommie and Mike both big time drug dealers who vowed to keep the family business running, but what will happen when Tommie runs into an old flame?
