Chapter Twenty-Seven

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Continuing with the old school vibes 👆🏾♥️

Picking up where we left off last chapter

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Dominic

So we whooped them niggas asses in this game of bowling. I'm not gone even say what the score was. Let's just say they was talking all that shit and got they asses handed to them!

Right now me and Raelle are playing this walking dead game over in the arcade section of Dave and Busters. She actually got a pretty good shot. She been killing up these damn zombies with a vengeance.

"When we get home imma have to take your ass to a shooting rage to see how good you are with an actual gun." I say as we finish up the game.

"I don't like guns. They low key scare me." She says.

"Well fucking with me I gotta make sure you can protect yourself if I'm not there." I say honestly. That's one of the downsides of actually having someone in your life you care about. They become targets. Which is honestly trash as fuck.

She don't gotta worry about shit though. I'll always make sure she good till I take my last breath on this earth, and I mean that shit with all of me.

"It's not that bad Rae. I'll even get you a gun that's cute. I seen this one rose gold one you might like." I say to her.

"Wait wait wait. You want be to actually own a gun!" She says with her mouth hanging open. She wanna call me dramatic but look at her ass right now.

"Uh yeah that's what I just said ain't it." I say in a duh tone.

"Don't worry I won't get you one until we practice your aim a few times and I feel like you comfortable enough to have your own." I say trying to reassure her.

"Okay I guess." She says as we get up and walk over to the prize shop to exchange these tickets for a prize. I know for a fact I got more credits than her. I basically beat her ass in basketball even though she put up a good fight.

I also been playing for her so she could get more credits with her spoiled ass.

We walk up to the counter where it's a little teenage girl on her phone. I clear my throat, and she immediately bucks her eyes and puts her phone down.

"H-how can I h-help you sir?" She stutters while looking at me.

"Yeah we just tryna check how much credits we have on our cards." I say as I reach for Raelle's card. I then hand the girl both of our cards. 

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