The Plot II

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Tory 🍂| (The next day, Cali time)

"How was the flight," Q said when he finally picked up the phone.

"I mean, first class is always a vibe," I said putting a smile on my face.

I had just touched down in California. The sun was beaming, the air was warm, the bitches were beautiful. It was a whole vibe.

He chuckled lowly before responding "Don't get used to it"

I sucked my teeth and straight-faced the phone before replying "Always gotta be a hater, son"

He let out a hearty laugh then said "Oh yeah? a hater? yeah, yeah, talk ya shit homie" He paused for a second then continued "Alright so boom, I'm sending you the address to the Airbnb, apparently it's like some condo or some shit. It's on you to is figure out how you're gonna get upstairs to the apartment"

"Fendi, I hear you" The phone was silent on the other end, I figured he was about to hang up so I started talking again. "Listen, thank you for watching my daughter for me. I know for a fact she gonna be safe and what not"

"Come on Lil nigga, if not me then who" He paused to hit one of those raspy ass laughs. "Nah, seriously I got lil mama. You go get your boy so yall can come back and put all of this crazy shit to rest. Be safe, I'm off" He said hanging up on me right after.

I shook my head and exhaled. I looked around as I revved up the engine. Kilo was my boy and all but he's gonna have to wait until I get some In and Out.

**

Tory| (Later that same day)

I sat back in the car wiping my mouth with a wet napkin. Lauryn Hill's "Nothing Even Matters" vibrated through the car stereo. The sun was going down and the breeze felt fire.

I sat there lowkey wishing life was different. Praying silently that this was just a fucked up dream. Thinking about the last six months would've sent cats into graves. I'd rather be here on some casual shit. Getting some head-- or hell taking my girls on a trip to Cali but I guess this was better than a funeral.

The music lowered while my phone flashed in the passenger seat. I held the notification down and read the message.

I shook my head. This nigga texted me like three whole hours later. I synced the address to the maps and went on my way.

I flashed a smile and winked at the lady standing behind the receptionist's desk as I walked passed her.

Presentation is all that is it. You gotta be on top of this shit. I thought as I stepped on to the elevator.

"E one-one zero seven" I repeated the numbers out loud until I found the matching door.

I knocked twice while looking around. The building screamed money. A fly nigga like myself appreciated the nice decor that graced the hallway.

"Who is it" A light voice called out.

I could recognize that voice anywhere. I fought the urge to break out into that dumbass Fornite dance. I stood up straight and cleared my throat. I followed up with a simple "T".

She unlocked the door and swung it open. The emotion I felt was unexpected. Kilo's sister on his dads' side, Jhene was standing on the other side. I stood there looking at my first love.

Kilo and I first met Jhene when we were fourteen and she was twelve. Kilos dad walked into the house with a little girl in the middle of the day and simply said "Her dad worked for me, treat her like family " and from that day on, we did. No questions.