Take Care

Huit

Cyn Pov

"Who's she?" Julia asked again for the third time. I didn't say nothing, it wasn't her place to know bout my whereabouts.

"Julia!" I groans, tilting my head back. "I'm
not in the mood- I'm tired and got work in the morning. We can finish this tormorrow."

I began to walk up the steps.

"No!" She retorted. "This need to be discussed now, for all we know this could be another Chase. Matter of fact, MOM!!"

I rolled my eyes.

Here we go!
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Meanwhile

11:05pm

We walked inside of the place and instantly targeted by guns. Street thugs watched us carefully as we became the center of attention.

"Thats enough boys!" Ru long clapped his hands as he came out of this hidden door.

I took a glimspe at one of tha boys that was still aiming his gun at me. They were order to put weapons down yet he didn't.

"You gone shoot?" I bucked.

He looked odly familiar ..

"Enough!" Ru shouted and pointed at that weird bitch. "Lower the weapon and you two follow me outback."

He guided us to a big table and suggested that we all take a seat. Almost an hour past and still no sign of Winston.

Mr ling-ling was hawking us down as if we
were just some scrubs that came up on a little change or itched for paycheck. He had to be new or some shit.

"So what you need from Winston," He said with so much sass. "A loan, maybe!?"

His boys snickered.

"No, that won't be necessary." I sat up and looked directly into his eyes. "Don't be quick to be fool by style, I'm sure my pockets hold more weight than your pay cut."

"Tuh .." He chuckled. "Talk up a big storm kidd so Ima let chu pass with this forecast."

It got quiet all over again. Too much animosity was polluted in the air. Winston was soon to be not worth the wait.

"Winston, a great business man." He started up another conversation. "I may not be that much of a big time shot-caller but help me understand on why someone like him would even fool with some crusty motherfuccas like yall!?"

The laughter was started  up again ..

"You're right." I applauded with a light chuckle. "You're not a shot-caller so how bout you keep that mouth of yours shut, you ain't even sharp yourself."

His fingers started to tapped the desk which irritated the fuck outta of me. I was so close to slashing a pencil down his throat til a call came in from his phone.

He excused himself and went to a corner. I couldn't barely make it out to what he was saying, the way he covered his mouth.

"Yeah .." He said lowly.

I took a great look at the "tough" nigga from earlier. He was a tab bit out of shape with jet black hair. The more I paid close attention to him, the more he became recognizable.