Talk To Me | •Slow Down Sequel•

Chapter 31- Outta Pocket🤦🏽‍♂️

Tory/ Daystar

Unsaved #: Baby cum bac to me🥺🥺. I love you.💕

I scoffed, flipping my phone over. This bitch did not want to give up.

"Aye, you good?" Keem and I was up and out doing our thing, chilling. I nodded.

"Yea, lets just get this shit over with for real."

He bobbed his head to the joint playing in the car. "Oh, I'm with you on that. Trynna hurry this shit up and get some sleep before our next run for real."

"—" My phone binged again, this time six consecutive times, making me roll my eyes.

"Damn, sound like that hotline blinging like a mufucka."

I checked my phone, just in case it was Porsha or Ayona, hitting me up. Shorty was blowing me, honestly.

Instead it'd been the same unknown number as before. I'd barely gotten a glance in when he nudged my shoulder, "We set."

The vibe in the atmosphere changed, from chill to serious. Sitting up, I pulled my ski mask on— Keem had already beat me to it, as usual.

We hopped out of an old black "big body" or Escalade he'd borrowed from someone.

**

We'd finally finished the job, dropped the "big body" off and gotten into my car. "I be glad when this shit over."

"I feel you on that," I responded. I was on my way to drop Keem off at his crib. "When you plan on telling Yona? Cause Porsha, telling me Yona worried you avoiding her."

Shrugging, "I am—kinda. I don't want her involved in none of this shit. She been through enough."

My phone dinged a few more times. The fuck is shorty on?

"Ya shit ain't stopped going off since we got back from Slim jaunt." He was right and that had almost been an hour ago.

I read through a few of the text messages, my gaze narrowing after each passing message.

"So I guess we just don't give a fuck about my life, right?" I looked up, my eyes back on the road.

"Shut yo dramatic ass up, it's barely anybody on the road tonight."

"Dramatic?" I glanced over, he'd had a bushy eyebrow raised. "Dramatic was you getting cross-eyed trynna read them notifications. Shit you need glasses already? Fatherhood got you acting like you in ya eighties."

A howl of a laugh burst from him. "Ha-ha, yea you real funny. When you start making some chicken off them cheesy ass jokes, lemme know."

For the remainder of the evening, we'd gone a filled ourselves up with fast food, crashing at his for the night.