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The black range rover tore through the dark empty highway. Jack sat in front, he stuffed the cocaine bricks in the duffel bag. Jay sat beside Shamar rolling a joint. "Ima fuck these niggas up." Shamar grumbled loading his gun. "We got the coke back man ain't no need for all that." Jack spoke. "Nah fuck that they gone get what's comin' b, Sharawn pull up on the Southside we is robbin' niggas."
The tall boy draped his arms around Bree chuckling "You funny lil sis." Jaden shook his head."But I'm serious." Bree chuckled. "Really? Then why you laughing." Jaden leaned against the black coupe. Bree smiled staring at her younger brother. "What? Why you looking at the kid like that?" Jaden furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm proud of you brother, I want you to go out there and do great things."
He yucked the blunt from his mouth rolling down the window "Fuck this shit." He stuck the gun out the window. Gun shots ringed off, Shamar fired shots at the men that were sitting on the porch.
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The range rover swerved a little "Yo these niggas fuckin' up the whip." Sharawn grumbled. Jay glared at Shamar feeling himself grow nervous all he thought about was what if one of the bullets hit him. Shamar leaned out the window still firing shots down the street. Jay trembled in the backseat, he ducked down covering his head. Jack chuckled shaking his head "You a bitch."
She quickly walked from the two story home to the gray car that was parked on the curve. She pulled the door open entering the car. The teenage boy licked over his lips "Wassup Bae?" He placed a kiss on her neck. "Can we go, I don't want anyone to see us." She spoke. She scanned the suburban neighborhood. He pressed on the gas "You wanna go to that block party on the Southside? Or you wanna chill at the crib tonight?" Kirk eyed the teenage girl in the front seat. Laya shook her head "Let's go back to your place I'm not dressed for a party."
Kirk shook his head "What's wrong with ya' outfit? Shit, I like it." He shrugged. "Somethings telling me not to go there." She spoke. He nodded stopping at the red light "If you don't wanna go we don't have to go ok?" He leaned over kissing her cheek "I love you."
Shamar sat in the window sill. He rubbed the red rag over the gun "Jay what was up with you tonight bruh?" Shamar chuckled. "That nigga was sweatin' in the back there bruh." Sharawn chimed. "That's hoe behaviour." Jack shook his head lifting up the shot glass. "Nah I wasn't scared that's just.. me." Jay lied. Shamar let out a breath shaking his head "Ima step outside for a minute." He switched his phone on, he pulled the door open.
He pressed the phone against his ear hoping that she answers. "Hello?" A soft voice projected through the phone. "Maria.. Wazzam?" He eyed her. "Surprised to hear from you it's been weeks." He bit down on his lip "I'm sorry Maria I was goin' through alot of shit I ain't mean to treat you like that." He spoke. "Mhm." She folded her arms leaning against the kitchen island. "How my baby doin'?" He asked. "The baby is fine." She muttered. "Maria I'm sorry I mean it."
"I wanna be there for my child like I said we in this togetha'."
