Scared To Let Go (Scared To Go Sequel)

3.

August

"Yo Aug? We still makin' plans to go out to Vegas?" Dré asked me.

"Yeah, my boy can get us inna' Floyd fight goin' on."

"Word? I fucks wit' dat." He said chuckling.

"It can be like a lah' couple retreat too." I suggested. "Let Laana an' Kristin have a lah' fun out thea' too."

"Yeah, Kristin would love dat. She been tryna go outta town fa' the longest." He shook his head.

"Well, looks like it's a plan my brutha." I said dappin' him up.

*

"Vegas?" She questioned. "You wanna go to Vegas?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"It's so far and so unexpected." Laana said rubbin' her hands together nervously.

"Okay?" I questioned. "It'a be fun."

"I know that but..." She trailed off.

"But what?" I questioned her.

"I just have a bad feeling about it." She rubbed her hands down the side of her pants.

"If you'on wanna go, I'a just tell Dré thea's a next time." I said lookin' at her.

"Nooooooo." She whined. "I don't wanna be the reason you guys can't have fun." She sighed. "I'll just go." She said lowly.

"Baybeh?" I called.

"Hmmm?" She looked at me.

"You don't have ta mama." I tucked my bottom lip.

"But I know you want me to, so I'ma just come with." She said smilin' up at me.

"You sure?" I questioned, pullin' her towards me.

"Positive." She said, starin' in my eyes befo' pressin' her lips to mine.

Oh yeah 😏.

*

2 Weeks Later

We had jus' got done watchin' the Mayweatha' fight and it was a good ass fight. Me, Dré, Jac & Skinny was on our way to our hotel rooms to meet up with the women.

"Mayne dat shit was wild." Dré said.

"Check it! Did you see homie's blows?" Jac chimed in. "Ol dude couldn't hang with Floyd."

"That nigga wasn't playing no games." Skinny laughed as we made our way through the casino towards the elevators. Then somethin' felt off.

"Yo Aug! Look at this" Dré shouted. Dat was all I heard befo' gettin' hit from behind on my head.

"Bitch ass muthafucka." He shouted. "Get yo ass up!" He said as Dré and nem started to charge fo' him. Afta' a few seconds, people started to gatha' round as we heard security on their way.

"Let's get the fuck outta here." Corey said as they got up and took off runnin'.

"What the fuck is going on here?" The white man asked.

"Some niggas just came after my boy." Skinny said to the man.

"Watch your mouth boy!" He said back to him. "If you aren't staying at this hotel, please leave." He said as I got up to my feet.

"Dat ain't protocol." I stated.

"Oh well." He waved us off. "Now you heard what I said."

"Come on y'all." Jac said, pullin' us towards the evelators.