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Juice
I looked down at my Rolex watch. I'm currently on my way to meet a nigga named Dylan. Dylan is Mateo's cousin. Mateo is in Cancun at the moment so he couldn't meet with me so he sent Dylan. Cj was suppose to come too but he had Messiah.
I turned down the radio when I heard my phone ringing. I looked at the caller ID and seen it was Mya. I didn't answer because she was trippin earlier. I was going to return the call after I'm finished handling my business.
I pulled up to the address Dylan gave me. It was a Mexican restaurant across town. I grabbed my phone off the charger and powered it off. I got out my truck and walked into the restaurant. I looked around the small restaurant looking for Dylan. I looked over my shoulder and seen him making small talk with a Mexican girl. I walked over and he reached out in a handshake.
"Juice right?" He asked shaking my hand.
"Yeah." I said sliding my phone in my pocket.
He said something to the girl in Spanish. "Follow me." He said walking towards the back of the restaurant.
When we walked through the kitchen of the small restaurant it was room that was made in a odd way. I looked around analyzing the room.
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No Strings Attached
General FictionDating is overrated. At least that's what Kierra thinks. After what her ex did she's completely over relationships...or is she?
