Love or Lust?

D POV

"man im sorry dawg. but you can't keep targeting everybody." "STFU NIGGA." cries of pain let out. "yo d he dead. what you wanna do with him?" i backed up. "clean this nigga up. dispose his body ina discreet place. y'all got 15."

mook: hey why i haven't heard from you all day?
me: my b ma. ima busy nigga you know, gotta make bread.
mook: that don't mean you can't make sure im alright d. that's gonna be a big problem if you can't keep up.
me: man chill out 🙄 always fussing at me when i ain do nothing to yo ass.
mook: wym always? nigga we just met. yesterday! i thought you wanted to go out.
me: i do. 8:30 get dressed. put on something nice. im taking you out. be there at 9. either you can follow or you can ride.
mook: okay baby 😘

man i was really feeling mookie but ima player in these streets. y'all can't tell how i just fucked trish last night? sad thing is, my nigga tee don't know i'm giving her girl the business. me and this nigga go all the way back to diapers. but like i said, ion care. just been my attitude. it was already 7:45 so i just got in my car and left to takr this 30 minute drive home. man i miss my ma. some pussies ran in my shit when i was at the trap looking for me, and end up shooting  my old lady in the face. died instantly. when i got that call, i knew exactly who it was & i wanted them dead. i found and lit they mama house up, grandma house, & siblings house up. ever since it been war with my crew and their pussy ass crew. ion never lack when i'm in the streets. told all my niggas don't lack. they can come put a hole in yo head when you taking the trash out. just how the game work. i was happy i was taking my lil lady out tonight. i got home and took my shower, put my dreads up in a ponytail and put some clothes on.
• blue plaid shirt
• blue jeans
• blue nikes
• gold watch

i sprayed my cologne and just sat in the mirror. "you clean up very well ms.johnson." i turn around and i see trish standing at the door. i go to the door to give her a long kiss. she instantly pushed me away. "bro where your snacks?" tee said from downstairs. i nodded and went downstairs. "ain't none nigga. fuck you doing here?" we dapped up & she said "coming to watch you get married." i rolled my eyes "nigga please. yo trish, come fix my hair please?" i been getting trish to retwist my dreads for the longest. shiiit she pull them so why not fix them? "and who's the lucky lady mr.johnson?" she asked. "lauren from your first block." tee said as she was stuffing her face. "ouch. damn girl get the hell off my head. bro can you run upstairs and get me some band aids i think your girl dug the comb too deep." tee ran upstairs. "listen bitch. don't get too involved with that hoe because i'll expose both of y'all. you're mine and it should stay that way." trish was serious as hell. "na shorty, you got a girl so you can expose me if you want, let's see how far your relationship will reach." she slammed the comb down and walked out the door. "yo wtf wrong with trish?" "i told her ass off for hurting my damn head. she never did that shit  before so ion know why she starting now." tee shook her head and walked out. idgaf tho. i just threw my hair back up ina ponytail and left to get mookie.

damn i said under my breath.