Ride With the Mob - A$AP Rocky

Chapter 27

Third Person POV

"Symone this damn toothpaste ain't do shit but make my face tingle!" Rocky yelled out to Symone in the room after washing his face.

The two both had a free Sunday and were just having a movie marathon of Rocky's choices after indulging in several rounds.

"Nigga I told you I didn't know how it would turn out," she started, getting up to meet him in the bathroom to see it. When she was face to face with him, she reacted, "Babe... It went down. It should be gone in a few days."

"How you go from buck to lovey dovey... You weird as hell on me," he commented, playfully rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

"I don't even know," she answered truthfully, examining her own face in the mirror.

"You can look forever and your skin will always be flawless... Them genes man."

"I've had my fair share of bumps and shit, I get heat rashes from time-to-time."

"Ion care bout nun of that, the point is that you beautiful, with or without bumps," he argued, playing with her hair from behind her.

"Damn, why is it that you always voice what I secretly feel?" She slightly joked.

"Same shit I'm tryna figure out," he replied, smacking her ass forcefully before walking off to the kitchen. Symone followed him, heading for the refrigerator.

"Our shit empty as fuck," she muttered, twisting her face.

"Sucks to suck... We got ice cream though!" He exclaimed with a grin, pulling it out from the freezer.

Symone stale-faced him, examining the ice cream. "Ew, not the Breyer's brand."

"You right, Ferg brought this nasty shit a few months back. Had my ass ready to throw up and shi-" he expressed, before getting interrupted by the door bell. The two looked at each other confused, not expecting any visitors. Nonetheless, Rocky walked over to the door to look through the peephole.

Immediately cursing under his breath and his heart racing, he began pacing back and forth.

"Who is it?" Symone finally questioned.

"Feds," he stated, thinking hard as ever. He knew exactly why they were there. Symone stood there in shock, refusing to believe her ears.

"Like... Police?" She whispered, her emotions already beginning to get the best of her.

"Police." He nodded.

Without warning a tear fell from her eyes, causing her to immediately put her head down. "Dear Lord, why why why? Why is it always the people I care for? This can't be real, it just can't," she mumbled to herself, shaking her head in disbelief as they knocked again yelling, "NYPD, open up!"

His heart shattering at her sobs, Rocky made his way to one of the most significant people in his life. He wrapped his arms around her in attempt to comfort her as the tears soaked his hoodie. "I'm so sorry baby, for all the pain I've caused. I hope you can forgive me, just know I'll be back as soon as possible. I just need you to stay strong, okay?" After a few seconds she nodded, trying her best to stop crying. "Lemme get this shit over with though. While I'm in jail you gotta bail me out. I keep stacks in the safe in my room, the password is 1988."

"Okay," she managed to respond. Before releasing her from the hug he gave her a kiss on the forehead, wiping her tears with both thumbs.

On his way to the door, he added, "And if you need more money than what I have just withdraw from my account. The card is in the safe, and the pin is also 1988." Symone could only nod as she fought more tears.