wrong number.

twenty-two;

jahseh.

I busted into the guest room that Arizoné was using for the time being. She and Pump were on the bed. Talking.

Surprisingly, he hadn't made a move. It looked like these niggas were doing arts and crafts. Scissors, glue, paper, and various other things covered her bed.

She looked up at me, "Can we help you?" She asked as Ski ran up behind me, looking in.

"Making sure he keeps his dick in his pants," I said, slowly backing away.