20| What Happens

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Rocky POV

I woke up to my phone continuously dinging, alerting me of the numerous texts. Most of these texts is from hoes and the others from my niggas, I only texted my niggas back because them hoes don't want shit but either some money or dick and I honestly ain't in the mood to give either.

I walked to my bathroom and brushed my teeth then headed downstairs to make me a bowl of cereal.

Carti was still asleep on the couch. That nigga still looked beat even in his sleep but that's what being on the run do to you. That shit ain't fun being on the run and not getting much sleep because you gotta watch your back hoping don't nobody off you while you try to get some rest. Niggas is ruthless and don't give a fuck about the next nigga and his struggle, so I know exactly what he going thru when he was out for a week all alone because he was afraid and didn't know who to trust.

I used to be him--young, scared, and fucking tired. But he is actually in a better position than what I was in when I first got into the MOB, it was only a few of us but Carti got in when we got ourselves established so he's well protected he just gotta trust us.

I was sitting at my island in my kitchen just eating my cereal in thought when Carti woke up and stretched his limbs then walked to the bathroom.

"Wassup.. you sleep alright?"

"Yea I still feel tired tho" He said grabbing a bowl

"Yea you still look tired"

"Yea I am" He poured him some cereal and took a seat across from me

"So Rocky.. You ain't never tell me what you had going last night, wassup?"

I smirked just recalling last night. I really don't want this nigga in my business because I feel like he gone make a big deal about it. Everybody knows that dealing with females beyond my bed is not my style so if I tell this nigga what I was really up to last night I just know I ain't gone hear the end of it seeing that I didn't actually hit.

"Come on Rocky, I see you smiling all hard nigga.. she was good or what?" He pryed

"Look I just went on a little date, ain't no big deal" I said hoping he'd drop it

"Ain't no big deal?! Nigga look at this goofy ass grin on yo face. You mean to tell me whoever this chick is that got your cheeks in your eyes ain't no big deal.. You a lie" He said laughing like a damn annoying ass kid

"Come on man, you gotta give me some kind of info"

"Say man eat your cereal and get dressed nigga, we got shit to handle today" I said tossing my bowl in the sink, laughing as I walked away

"Whatever nigga, I'll find out sooner or later!"

This nigga always in somebody business but I wanna keep what happens between Me and Sky between us.

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We was headed to the impound to go get his car back when I thought about what he told me about that gun being in his seat. I honestly don't know how the police didn't find that but of course NYPD sorry as fuck, always half ass investigating shit not that I want him to get caught, they still trash.

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