Chapter 20

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Jayceon Taylor•

I sat in the living room at Brayln's house patiently waiting for this bum ass nigga to show up. Brayln was at the shop doing her clients and picking up the booth rent for me.

I don't know what I wanted to say or do to this nigga, but I was gone let it be known that she was mines. Not on no property type shit, but just to not fuck with her.

Hearing the door unlock I grew nervous cause I thought it was Bray, but it was Bryson. This nigga has a key!!!

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He growled.

"Nigga first off I'm in my women's crib. Secondly why the fuck are you still texting her. And laatky why the fuck do you have a key. "I stood up abruptly. "I mean I thought me basically destroying your business was a hint. You must want me to fuck you up huh?"

"Nahh man ya bitch-?" I swung and rocked him in his shit. I knew I broke his jaw. I heard and felt that shit.

"Don't you disrespect her ever! Nigga I will really fuck yo shit up. Get yo shit and get the fuck out! And gimme her damn key back the fuck!" He stumbled up and threw the key down.

"Just one more thing. If she was really yours, then why did she ask me to come by? Hmm? "He grinned with blood dripping onto his white shirt.

"Nigga are you that stupid. It was me!" I pushed him making him fall into her prickly bushes.

Why the fuck does he have a key?!

Oh she was most definitely gone hear my mouth when she got here.

•Brayln Taylor•

"So how are you and Mr Man ?" Zendaya smirked at me.

"We are doing fiiiinneee Z." I smiled at her. I couldn't help the blush that attacked my cheeks.

"Well that's good I'm happy for you both. "

"Thanks. Well let me go collect this money for zaddy. "I stuck her tongue out and walked to the beauty/barbershop.

I didn't have a issue with anyone until she got to that red head Mel was fucking with.

"Money?"I held my hand out

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"Money?"I held my hand out.

"You don't look like Jayceon to me. "She popped her gum.

"I very aware of that. Now do you have your booth rent!"

"Nope I was expecting Jayceon, so I could pay him later. "She moved her neck around.

Ghetto ass broad.

"Girl. "I sighed deeply. "If you don't have your money then get out. "I turned to walk away.

"But I have clients!" She raised her voice and stomped her foot.

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