SouthSide

XIII

Smoke filled the car as the two sat side by side wit a Cuban in their hands. He was looking up a head at the bando that been closed for the day. Lookin over at Jashaun, who been lookin a lil out of it all day, he started thinkin bout Israel.

He remembered promising her father how she'd look out for her, when it came to boys and all. He was supposed to be her father figure but her mother never wanted him around and he was too caught up in his own shit. By time she was a lil old enough, she knew of his business in the streets and didn't like him. She called him a bitch ass misogynist once ever since then he disliked shorty but he admired her.

She was so much like her father it was crazy to him. That and she didn't take to kindly to bs and he liked that. Lookin at Jashaun he could see why she dumped him, he wasn't much of a man. That was why he took him under his wing to man him up, these streets would finesse him til the day he die and he ain't wanna see that.

"What?" Jashaun asked. Troit shook his head as he took a pull from his Cuban cigar. "Nothin." He said. He looked down checking his watch for the time. "You ready?" Jashaun nodded his head.

Troit reached into the back seat picking up a metal bat as he opened the car door. "Grab the paint and a bat." He said.

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It was 2:45 am when Isriel walked into Tyrell's house. She smelt like straight up weed and it was bothering her. It's been two days since she had to stay there and so far it was good. The house was quiet so she was guessing he wasn't there yet either. She walked up the stairs heading for his room. She pushed the door open seeing he was sitting on the bed playing 2k.

He looked at her as he licked his lips smiling. "Hey baby." He said. "Hey." She said walking over to him. She bent over a little pecking his lips. "You left the house like this?" He asked looking at her fit. She was in high waisted denim booty shorts and a white tube top with her Jordan 1 mid hornets. She nodded as she watched him put the blunt to his lips.

"You gon model fo me real quick?" He asked. She rolled her eyes laughing. "What?" She said shocked by his words. "Gimme a fashion show." He said as he smiled at her. She laughed as she turned around making her back face him as she posed. She looked over her shoulder at him then walked out the room then back in to pose again. She had her hands on her hips as she looked him in his eyes.

She turned around twerking a little for him then stopped. She walked over to him wrapping her arms around him. For the past two days they both been busy. She wanted to cuddle up with him. He pulled her down on his lap as he looked in her eyes. As she breathed he could smell the Henney coming from her breath.

"You been drinking?" He asked. "Yeah." She said as she looked down at his Carmel skinned body. Tyrell has two rose tattoos one on each shoulder with something in French going across his collar bone. His muscles were starting to get more larger and she liked it. She didn't know if it was the henney kicking in or what but she wanted to lick his chest.

And she did. She found her self leaving a trail of open mouth kisses from his neck to his chest as she pushed him down on the bed. She licked up and down his chest as she closed her eyes. Tyrell just looked at her with his eyes getting heavy. He wasn't high but he wasn't sober either. Right now he was just feeling and her tongue just felt right at the moment.

Just as he thought about her going lower she went lower licking and sucking on his belly button. He found it weird but for some odd reason it was pleasurable, as if it was a sensor spot for his dick. She pulled his sweats down lifting back for his dick to spring free. She knew he just got out the shower because he would always let his dick flow free in his sweats after he showered.