BRYSON.
"It feel good as a bitch out here." Von said as we slapped hands.
"Hell yea." I simply agreed.
"Aye. New Miami plug tryna get us out in da Bay area to stop by his store. Got some packages waitin' for us." My nigga informed me.
"Aight. I ain't on shit, we fina slide." I said as we both hopped in the car before I pulled off.
Kimberly nem out doin' their own shit while me and Von try to relax before we gotta go handle some shit ona business tip. I haven't told nobody yet but we tryna get us a lil business goin' and hopefully dis meeting go aight so we can hop onat.
If not, we gone have more opportunities slidin' our way fasho. I know as violent and shit as a nigga is, God still look out. Kimberly told me one day dat God continues to bless me because he know I'm an angel at heart and my soul pure. Dat shit stuck wit me.
We pulled up to the venue and got out. Dis mufucka beautiful as hell, it got a nice ass view, and it's spacious. Last time we came, it wasn't finished doe— hopefully it is today.
"Great to see you two gentlemen again." Jacob, the realtor, greeted us.
"It's good to be here, man. How we lookin?" Von asked.
"Everything is completely ready to be sighed over today, if you guys are ready." Jacob said.
"Aight. Let us just go through everything and then read over da contract again, and we got us a deal." I said, shaking Jacob's hand.
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"Business number one out da way. How you feelin' bout da spot?" I asked Von as he came downstairs.
Da thing about dis nigga is he be picky and indecisive as hell, and een when he finally do decide on something, he always go back and change lil minor shit. I looked over at a silent Von, dawg was interested in his phone.
"Jhasi ass too wild, my nigga. Dat shit unattractive as a bitch sometimes." Von shook his head.
"Yo sap ass just be in yo feelings.. you chattin." I said.
Von handed me his phone and I pressed play on the video he was tryna show me. Somebody on Instagram had recorded da girls geekin. Takin shots back to back, shakin' they asses as mufuckas formed a crowd around them. They out doin all type of shit.
"They doin dat bad," I shook my head.
Kimberly usually the wild one but now Jhasi was out doin' her lil dirt and my dawg heated bout it. Just as I was about to pick my phone up, Kimberly nem walked through da door.
"You good?" I immediately found myself askin her. Prairie had already went to her room to lay down, and Von had Jhasi.
"Hi. I'm ok." Kim told me as she sat her shit on the floor.
"You enjoyed yoself?" I asked.
"Yes, I did. I wanted you to be there wit me so bad but I know you was out handling business and I completely understand. About dat, how'd everything go?" Kim asked me.
"Everything went good, lil baby. We got dat shit on lock." I slightly smirked. Kimberly ran over to me and jumped in my arms.
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KIMBERLY.
"You serious? Y'all own dat shit now?" I asked Bryson.
"Hell yea." He replied. I kissed all over his face, and when I stopped, I pulled my head back to get a good look at him.
"I told you y'all could do that shit! I knew y'all would do it. I've never been more proud." I said, attempting to get out of Bryson's arms but he tightened them.
He walked over to a couch and sat me down on it, so that I was now laying on my back. I looked up at him, as he looked down at me with a lil cute ass smirk on his face.
"You so supportive of a young nigga," Bryson started as he dung into his pocket to grab something.
He pulled out a long black box and moved back from me. I looked down at the box and just stared as he opened it. My eyes widened.
Inside the box was a pretty ass cuban link necklace wit a key charm on it. Inside the key was a diamond that never stopped spinnin.
"I appreciate how solid you is, real talk. I appreciate how much you support da shit I do, as long as you feel like it ain't bringin' no harm to a nigga. I appreciate da long talks, da motivation, and da wisdom you drop on me. You so fuckin' young but yo ass really an OG in da head. I love dat shit doe. You a beautiful, intelligent ass woman dat hold it down. Dis a token of appreciation." Bryson continued as I felt myself blushing.
"Bryson.." I smiled as I looked at him.
"I promise to be as solid as you been to a nigga. I promise to neva intentionally hurt you. I promise to be da best nigga I can be durin' dis friendship. I promise to neva leave you stranded or wantin' for shit as long as i'm walkin dis Earth, Kimberly." He finished and by that time I had the biggest smile on my face.
"I promise to always hold it down, no matter what. I got you forever." I told Bryson as I turned back around to look at him.
I pulled him into a hug and when I finally pulled back, he was just lookin down at me. I stood on my tippy toes and planted a kiss on his soft and plump lips.
"Here y'all go wit da bullshit." Von said as he walked into the living room. I pulled away from Bryson and smiled.
"Whatever, hater." I playfully pushed my brother.
