CHAPTER 3

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Tony^

|SIN PVO|

If you ever find someone who's not only riding but willing to walk, keep that motherfucker. Ain't nobody can separate Tony and I.

And I learned to cherish this nigga, as long as I breathe he gone be good.

"Tony pass da joint nigga", I pushing his shoulder.

We where at my crib, chilling.

"Here......before you cry...bitch". He laughed.

Passing it to me he got up and walk to the kitchen.

If Dario was here, I know he was going to be doing some dump shit.

Damn I miss that nigga.

"How ya sister doing Tones?" I asked.

"She ighttttttttt..hold up, why the fuck is that important?" He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Nigga am just asking". I laughed, putting my hands up.

"You betta be". He came back on the sofa with a sandwich.

"Ya sister fine and quiet, bet she's smart".

"Yeah she smart, and fuck you nigga...K don't need no drug dealer on her line".

Getting up from the sofa, I realize I have her number. I ain't trying to fuck..just want check up on her.

Pulling my phone out I sent her a message.

K'TAYA💋

Sup?....textin 2 check up on ya
Sin btw

After sending it, I put my phone down and went to shower.

"Bring ya ass nigga, I wanna go home". Tones shouted.

"Sit yo down syndrome ass down and wait". I shouted back.

|K POV|

This summer is completely boring, I mean it just started like two weeks ago and here I am on my day off.

Home.

Doing nothing but scrolling on Instagram and Facebook.

A notification pop up indicating that I had a message.

Seeing it was from Sin, I message him back.

Sin😈
I'm doing fine, thanks for asking. U good?

Pressing send, I walk over to my mirror. Putting my hair in a ponytail I put on my slippers, grab my phone and walked downstairs.

"Mama?" I called.

"Yeah K?" She answered.

"Just checking on ya." She was sitting in the front room watching television. Not drunk, thank God.

"Popsicle sounds good in this heat". I mumbled.

Walking to the corner store was like walking to the end of the earth. This heat ain't playing.

Reaching the shop, I walk in the back to the cooler. Right when I was about to open the door someone beat me to it.

Looking up I realize it was one nigga from outside

"Thanks". I said getting the popsicles I wanted.

"No problem ma, you looking so fine 'n' shit".

Pushing past him I walk to the front of the store. Paying for my shits, I power walk back home.

"Aye ma......wait up. Can't get a number eh?"

Welcome to Mason Addison, the land of the thirsty.

Born and grow in this bitch but I ain't finna die here.

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