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VII

Lamontae in the MM.

Lamontae sat down on the bean bag in the back of the room at the trap house as he opened up his water bottle. It was three in the mornin and business had a moderate flow. It wasn't as busy as it was around nine but they had people, mostly fiends comin by.

He decided to take a lil brake and to talk to Jay. "So you apologized to Isri?" He asked after he swallowed his water. Jay shook his head. "Nah man. Shorty prolly dead ass fuckin hate me. I'on know how I'ma fix it. I know I fucked up big time and shit bringin ha father up so I know she ain't gon forgive me."

He said as he looked Lamontae dead in his face. "I know I been fuckin out on shorty but bruh it ain't like I loved em you feel me. I only got love fo ha." Lamontae was well aware of the fact that him and Isriel had a thing. Washaun didn't really pay attention to anyone that wasn't his moma or Lamontae.

He was on the outs until the otha day when they told him. "Bruh you be playin Isriel and I told you one day she was gon dip on yo ass, shoulda listened." He said. "Bruh I do listen!" He stressed. Lamontae shook his head.

"If you did she woulda still been witchu." He said as he got up. "Fix it and get ya mind right cause you switchin bruh." He said as he walked out leavin Jashaun to himself.

Lamontae looked at Washaun as he closed the door. "How much we make?" He asked as he looked at him. "From what I counted mentally, some in the thousands." He said. "Aight we gotta put some up to stack up on mo product, gotta put some mo off to pay dude interests, then the rest gon be fo bills and personals."

Lamontae said. "Afta shit die down we gon caught it up and put shit in piles." Washaun said. "Still gotta find a place to stash this shit." "We not keepin it hea, muhfuckas gon rob it." He said. "Unless we El Capone this bitch, you know this bitch got tunnels." Lamontae suggested. "I ain't goin through that shit alone."

Lamontae mugged him. "Yo black ass scared to walk through some tunnels." "Yo light skin assed scared of spider webs." Lamontae shook his head. "Fine we'll go together, baby ass." They turned their heads as they head knockin on the door.

Knowin it was a customer he went to get it.

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Isriel woke up from her nap on the the couch due to the sound of bangin on her door. "Okay!" She yelled getting mad. She grabbed her black hoodie off the arm of the couch and pulled it on since she was in just a gray and black sports bra from fashion nova with the matching fleece leggings.

Zipping her hoodie up she walked to the door and opened it with the chain lock still intact. Looking through the crack she seen Tyrell. She closed the door and unlocked it before she opened it back up. "Hey." She said. "You straight you ain't been answerin nothin for days. You mad at me bout that shit wit Jay and nem or some?"

"No." She said as she took his hand and pulled him inside. "You really came here fo that? It's late as hell." She said as she locked the door. "Yeah I came hea for that." He said. "Like I said you ain't been answerin shit." "Sorry I was just busy wit schoo and bein wit my uncle at my dad's trap. I coulda told you that." She said.

He nodded his head. "So you not mad?" He asked. "No." She said smiling as she walked towards her room. He followed her. "You was sleep?" He asked. "Yeah but it was on the couch, I was watchin Findin Nemo and doze off." "You ain't neva fall asleep durin findin Nemo. It's the amnemonemomne." He said making her laugh.