Rakim Mayers
When we arrived at Symone's apartment we both went inside and as soon as we got in, she went for a shower. I was currently in her living room watching TV waiting for her to finish. I didn't even know what I was watching right now, but it was interesting, some shit on Cartoon Network.
As I was watching I got a text from one of my old hoes named Giselle, a bad ass female from the Dominican Republic. Only problem was that her personality was disgusting. Sure I like the attitude a little nasty because I can definitely fix it but overall she just wasn't for me.
212-671-3349
Hey Flako
Me
If you gone text me out of the blue spell my name correctly
I felt another vibration after putting my phone away but I didn't reply because I heard a door open. Symone was finally out.
"You hungry?" She asked, sitting next to me.
"Naw, but you need to pack for about two weeks from now."
"Fuck outta here. I can't live with you for 2 whole weeks, remember I'm a grown woman?" She reminded, raising her eyebrows.
"I know. What's your point?"
"That I'm a grown woman and I can protect myself. I have knives if push comes to shove."
"I know you lying..."
"Why would I?"
I said nothing in response, just shook my head.
"Do you even have a room for me?"
"Of course. I have two you can choose from."
"Maybe I'll consider."
"See now we're getting somewhere. I'll be back in like 3 hours which gives you time to pack and what not," I said, getting up.
"I said consider, not that I'm going for sure."
"Right, so I'll be here in three hours, like I said. See you soon."
"Bye Rakim," she sighed, leading me to the front door. I followed happy as ever.
"3 hours baby," I said, jokingly blowing a kiss as I got outside.
"Mhm," she hummed, smiling.
I left and silently thanked God for my luck with women. I wasn't going to try anything on her. I honestly just wanted her around me.
When I got to my car I called a buyer of mine to tell them I was on my way. They wanted xans and percs and I'm slick overstocked so that's not a problem. But as usual I had to stop by the trap to get them first.
As I was driving, I felt my phone's constant vibration which meant I was receiving a call. When I looked at the screen I wasn't surprised. Giselle.
*Phone Call*
"Hey Flacko."
"It's better for you to call me Flacko with your voice cause obviously you can't spell."
"Why are you so rude?"
"Who rude? Man get the fuck on with all that bullshit, you spelled my name incorrectly."
She sighed. "I'm sorry, okay? Did you see my text?"
"What was it? I'm driving."
"A photo. Call me back when you see it."
"I'll consider. Bye."
"Wow, really? I just really want some d-" Before she could continue I ended the call. I don't even like being on the phone so when people hit me on shit like that it irks me.
Pretty soon I was pulling up to the trap. I saw Carti's car and another car that looked very familiar and unlocked the door to be greeted with the sound of loud moaning and music coming from the living room. "What the fuck?" I yelled, knowing they probably wouldn't even hear me.
I made my way to the living room and the sight before me was disgusting.
"R-rocky? What umm.. what are you doing here?" She asked, dumbfounded. Carti pulled out quickly tucking and he looked embarrassed too. Shit, he should be.
"Janaiya get the fuck." She hurriedly put her clothes on and I led her to the door.
"Rocky I'm sorry! I didn't know he was your friend."
I looked her up and down, honestly saying, "You still sexy but I can't stand the sight of you. And don't lie to me, Jay. You been here before and saw him here. You should be ashamed of yourself."
Her head was down the whole time that I said that and I saw a tear drop but I don't give a fuck. She gotta go.
"Excuse me, Janaiya. I was pretty clear. Bye," I said, patting her back and opening the door. I motioned for her to exit and as she did I heard her sobs. Just because I wouldn't cuff her didn't mean she should go fuck someone as close to me as Carti. I closed the door behind her and went back to him. Shit, he dirty too.
"Nigga you foul as fuck. You know even though I don't date her that's my pussy. And you real lucky I know her cause I told you about bringing bitches we don't know."
"Man my bad, she just kept blowing my phone up so I told her to slide."
"Imma come clean... that's low bruh bruh. Very fucking low," I managed to say.
"Sorry."
"Keep ya sorry. I gotta go sell," I replied, going upstairs to where I kept the xans and percs.
"Ight," was all he said.
Janaiya Carter
What just happened was very embarrassing and as soon as I got back in the car I called Rico. I was doing all of this for him. He told me to follow their every move so he could get back at Rocky and the mob. We just recently got back in touch, he coincidentally called me after that day Rocky told me he couldn't give me a relationship. I only agreed because the sadness I felt after Rocky told me that quickly turned into anger. Rico told me about a girl Rocky been fucking with lately. She better be cute. If I can't have him, no one else can, period. Plus, Rico and I are childhood friends. No lie, Carti gave good dick too. Fucking him wasn't a part of the plan but I was pretty happy Rocky showed up because that meant good news for Rico.
*Phone Call*
"Wassup?" He greeted.
"Not much. Just left Rocky trap."
"He staying there?"
"I don't know."
"Then what the fuck was the point of you going there?"
"You told me to keep up with them, right? I only drove by," I said, pretty much lying.
"Okay, I'll get at them when I think the time is right but not right away."
"Alright, talk to you later, when I get more info."
"Say less." I ended the call.
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Ride With the Mob - A$AP Rocky
FanfictionSymone is a 22 year old girl living in Harlem, New York. Her life changes when she meets a brownskinned guy with braids at her job who is apart of a mafia. *the photos in the chapters are from Instagram, Pinterest, & Tumblr*