At Irie Apartment
Xavier P.O.V
Me: So dis her?
R rock: Yea, she stay in #103
Me: Aite, pick the lock.
R rock picked the lock and opened the door.
R rock: You sure she at work.
Me: Yea, I just dropped her off. Just look around and lemme know what you find.
R rock: Aite bet.
We started looking around but couldn't find anything.
Me: Did you find anything?
R rock: Nothin... She clean bruh, she ain't hidin shit.
Me: You ain't see no nigga draws or nothin?
R rock: Nothin bruh.
Me: I know Irie.. she's hiding somethin it's just somethin we can't see.
R rock: Son we searched everything... Ain't nothin to be found. Let's get outta here bruh.
Me: Aite.
We walked out of her apartment when a ugly ass nigga started talking to us.
Trevor: May I help you gentlemen?
We looked at each other then back at him.
Me: Who df are you?
R rock: What my coworker meant to say is, do you live here?
Trevor: No, but I know the young lady that does. Why is there something wrong?
Me: How df do you know her?
R rock: No everything's fine, we're just the moving men.
Trevor: Moving? She never said anything about moving. Let me see some verification.
Me: Aite we ain't movin men, but we know her.
Trevor: Wait.. how do you know my fiance?
Me: What?! Your fiance?!?
I walked up to him and looked at him for a little bit.
Me: Irie Amber Taylor is your fiance?
Trevor: Well she's never told me her full name.
Me: Why would you marry someone and don't even know their fuckin name?!
R rock: You stupid.
Trevor: I want to make an honest woman out of her before the baby comes. But above all, I love her.
Me: Wait... Did you fuck her?!
Trevor: That's none of your business.
I pull out my gun and pointed it to his head.
Me: How bout we make it my business.
Trevor: Ok ok, we never had sex! She wants to wait till after the baby is born.
I put my gun back in my pants and backed up.
Me: Aite good.
Trevor: Who are you? How do you know Irie?
Me: I'm a close friend, and she ain't never tell me about chu.
Trevor: How close?
Me: Bruh I'm hittin dat! I was in it just last night!
Trevor: You're lying.
Me: What da fuck I gotta lie for? I don't know you nigga.
Trevor: She told me she was staying with a friend.
