Ride With the Mob - A$AP Rocky

Chapter 15

Third Person POV

"Yo, we gotta go, Symone," Rocky said, taking the cart.

"Why you wanna leave all of a sudden?" She questioned, furrowing her eyebrows.

"I'll explain in the car," he answered, pushing the cart with Symone behind him. He found a line with no one in it and rushed, putting the items on the conveyor belt. Symone just stood by, confused as ever. But she decided not to speak, seeing that he looked upset.

"My bad," Rocky started, pulling his Goyard wallet from his pocket. "Speed up bruh." The cashier looked a bit confused but did as Rocky said. After ringing up a total of 8 items, he said, "Your total will be $16.32." Rocky placed his black card into the reader and after going through the short process, pulled the card out and grabbed the bags.

"Thank you," he called out to the cashier, walking away.

"No problem."

Rakim practically ran to the car, Symone following. After placing the bags in the backseat of his car, he got in joining Symone. He didn't bother to wear his seatbelt but of course Symone did as he sped off into the streets, heading to Rico's house.

"What you rushing for?" Symone looked over at Rakim.

"Ferg called me and told me somebody sent him a video of Lyric beat up and he knew it was Rico," he voiced cautiously.

"That was a good one," she paused, chuckling a little. "But for real though, fuck you got going on?"

"Nigga this ain't no joke, you see I'm going way past this muhfuckin speed limit. I wouldn't play bout some shit like this," he snapped back.

"Say swear," she shot up, her eyes widening.

"On my dead brother," he replied. Symone said nothing back, still in denial. But there was no reason to not believe him, seeing as though Rakim was speeding as if the police weren't a factor. Symone's eyes began to well up as she continued thinking, assuming once again that it was her fault. She didn't want her best friend, sister, and above all, ride-or-die, hurt in any way. But according to Rakim, she was already hurt.

Symone couldn't stop the tears from falling even if she tried. She didn't want Rakim to see her so she turned towards the window, sniffling.

"Are you crying?" Rakim asked, turning left onto Rico's street. Without looking Symone knew he was squinting and he sure was.

"No," she answered, wiping her eyes.

"You are. Please stop crying, Symone. She'll be okay, I promise. We got it," he said, his voiced laced with sympathy.

"I sure do hope so," she said back, wiping her eyes.

Rocky parked in front of an apartment building Symone had never seen before and turned his head to be met with Symone's. He reached over, pulling her into an embrace. Such a simple gesture but enough to make Symone's heart swell.

"I'm sorry. I got you, on my moms," Rakim said into Symone's ear. She almost melted at the sound of his calming voice.

"Thank you," she replied, pulling away, sniffling for the last time. "Ight I'm good now, let's do this," she added.

"Fuckin soldier," he mentioned, chuckling. "I'm apologizing in advance for what you're about to witness."

"You straight, I kinda already know how this might go down."

"Good," he replied, pulling his phone out. He went straight to his recents and called Ferg.

*Phone Call*