Sequel to Trust You
Ft: August Alsina & Jazmine Sullivan
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All words wrote by me
Copyright Jaee Carter
#BBW #Plussize
Almost 24 hours had gone by as August and Jazmine sat patiently impatiently inside of the police station. August grew more agitated as Jazmine became numb. Neither of the two could understand why Travis would get the twins involved in their bullshit.
"Their just babies. My babies!" Jazz cried out."
Pulling her into his lap rocking her some he use to do to calm her, August placed a small kiss on her forehead.
Like clock work August phone rung catching everyone's attention.
Looking at the caller i.d, the incoming number was unsaved.
"Hello?" He questioned as he answered.
He hear shuffling in the background before the unfamiliar voice bellowed into the phone.
"You have less than 8 hours to come up with a half a million dollars or your precious twins are going to die." The voice demanded as August signaled to the detective on the case as he placed the phone on speaker.
"I'll call back in 4 hours to check on your progress, as well give you a drop off location. No police." The raspy voice demanded.
"Nigga prove to me my seeds still alive." August demanded back.
"Say something!" The voice yelled out as you heard a little voice call out. "Mommy!"
Jazz quickly grabbed the phone recognizing her baby-boys voice. "Anthony baby are you okay??" Jazz cried as she awaited his answer.
"I'm hungry mommy and Avery is sleeping." He spoke in a tired voice.
She couldn't hold it together any longer as she broke down again. Anthony and Avery were the reason she continued to push every day, they were innocent little angels, who could agree to kidnap them are just as sick as Travis.
Knocking her train of thought off the raspy voice spoke. "You got your proof. Just have my money!" They yelled before disconnecting the call.
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August
A nigga been trying to do right and let 12 do they job but these niggas aint moving fast enough. My seeds out there scared hungry and these niggas inside eating donuts and drinking coffee. I looked over at Jazz as she sat there with tears streaming down her face staring out into space.
Tapping her he grabbed her attention.
"Lets go out to my truck." He said nodding his head over towards the door.
Slowly getting up i walked us out to the rental i had.
As we got in m, I reached into the glove box retrieving my good. After rolling up a fatty I lit that bitch and let smoke pour out my nostrils. After hitting it a few times I passed it to Jazz.
