Dave the type of guy who would give his last to a stranger because he never wanna see a soul struggle that's what Tia loved about him the most he is husband material and if you was to ask Dave Tia was wife material
They have been best friends for...
I couldn't stop thinking about her. Even when I was just going about my day, she stayed on my mind. I went downstairs, craving something simple and fast. Ended up making some rice and shrimp. Looked good too. I took a quick pic and sent it to Tia. She loves shrimp—figured it'd make her smile.
A few minutes later, I heard footsteps behind me.
"Unc, what's good?" Corey strolled into the kitchen like he paid bills here.
"Ain't shit. What's up with you?" I asked, not looking up from my plate.
He smirked. "Ayy... y'all two some freaky motherfuckers."
I side-eyed him hard. "Don't be listening, fool."
"The way y'all was going at it? Man, I couldn't not listen!"
"Yo," I warned. "Don't say that shit while she here. I don't wanna hear her mouth."
Corey laughed like it was the funniest shit ever. "I see why you can't keep your hands off her though."
"Keep playin'," I said, shaking my head. "You gon' be getting a job soon, anyway. Gotta keep your ass outta trouble this summer."
"Aight, man," he said, grabbing his ball. "I'm headed to the park to hoop."
"Bet. I'm about to head out to work."
I hadn't been to the dealerships in a minute. Used to be all hands-on with that, but I pulled back from the streets a while ago. These days, I stay behind the scenes. No face, no case. None of my workers ever see me. If somebody talks, all they can describe is the bag man at the trap—not me.
I pulled up to the spot and scanned my hand at the back entrance. Inside, it was cold, quiet, and smelled like money and pressure.
I sat at my desk, rolled two blunts, and sparked the first one up. It was payday, which meant I had stacks to count and bags to weigh. Gotta make sure my people get their bread right. No shorting. That's how loyalty gets tested.
I was halfway through the second blunt when I pulled out my phone and opened up Instagram.
First thing I saw?
A picture of Tia.
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"And if ya girlfriend wanna be like me, tell her to get on her job 😛😋"
The comments came flooding in.
Richy: "You sexy asf." Big Spender: "Single?" Ki: "Yes baby 😝😝😝😝" Willy: "😍😍" And then me, DaveEast: "You gone make a nigga go crazy."
