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"Whats in the dark always comes to the light."
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The diamond chain glistened around his neck, he sat on the steps thumbing through the thick wand of cash. "That's all you the jewelry you keep?" Sharawn took a seat beside his friend.
He nodded "Yup, only reason i ain't sell it was because of the blood." He muttered.
"Y'know Jack just called he said he good he at his moma house."
Shamar flashed a smile at Sharawn then turned his attention back to the bills in front of him. "Bro you good?"
"Yea, I'm good I'm just tryna count this cash."
Sharawn stared at his friend for a while, he had been knowing Shamar for years now. He noticed that Shamar had been acting a little off lately "How shit goin' between you and Shawty across the street?"
Shamar wrapped the rubber band around the money "See this, this is twenty thousand cash I ain't got time to worry about a bitch." He spat. The more money he made the less he cared about Bree and whatever she had going on. She didn't speak to him he didn't speak to her, he was beginning to think that's the way it should be.
"My nigga wasn't you just in love with her a couple months ago?"
"Yea i love her but it seem like she can't see that, I ain't bouta compete with otha' nigga to be with a bitch." He spat. Shamar wasn't stupid he picked up on Bree's cheating antics. He saw Drake sneaking in and out of the place already.
"Damn bro I ain't know she was like that."
He shrugged "Me neither."
Bree sat in the windowsill staring down at Shamar. "My baby so fine." She smiled to herself. "Bree I'm going to head home do you want me to lock the door on my way out or you gonna walk me out?" Drake slipped into his coat.
"No Shamar's downstairs but bye, drive safe." She flashed a smile at Drake. Drake pecked her cheek "See you later babygirl."
Bree nodded averting her attention back to Shamar who was still outside. In Bree's opinion she was having the best of both worlds. She "loves" Shamar but Drake gives her the attention that she needs while Shamar brings out the wild side of her. Whipping her phone out she zoomed in on Shamar recording a little video of him. She decided that this was a cute way to start a conversation with him.
Bree sent the video to him and dialed his number. Pressing the cellphone against her ear she waited for him to answer.
"Hi baby!" She cheered "Did you get the video?"
"Yea i got it." He spoke dryly
"Aww what's wrong you sound off?"
Shamar chuckled watching Drake's car speed pass him "What's wrong huh? Y'know i got somethin' ta' ask you."
"Ok.. ask me."
"Why is that nigga in and out of ya' place every day?"
Bree paused "Uhm what are you talking about?"
"Tss this the same shit cuz. Yo y'know what the fuck I'm talkin' bout I ain't even gettin' into that witchu. You a hoe on bro."
Bree chuckled biting down on her lip "So you calling me out of my name now huh? Nigga fuck you we D-O-N-E."
"Yea a'ight bet. Tell that nigga when i see him again its ova' fa' him."
"Yea yea talk allat shit. You not gone do shit, pussy!" She hung up. She leaned against the wall letting out a breath.
