Laria is from a dirty city. Most people don't know but in St.Louis, shit goes down. Everyday somebody gets killed; from kids to old folks, it doesn't matter. It's a hell hole! Laria works hard everyday so she can get her and her sisters out of it. O...
~A week later~ ~Grace House~ ***Frank POV*** "Ion even know why you wasting your time I said I don't fuck with that girl haven't fucked her in hellas." I shrugged and continued to roll my blunt not even looking up at Grace stupid ass. Every since that night this bitch been going dumb with the questions and allegations. I could've fucked her. But I didn't. That's all that matters. "Aight. Well I got a hair appointment with the girls in a minute I'm finna go take a shower then I'm out!" She flipped her hair. I finally finished my Dutch, I lit that bitch up then laid back. "Wasp OG." Quan came and stood at the door. " Wasp." "I got this come up I wanna talk to you about." He came in and sat down. Quan one of the only motherfuckers left that know me. We been thugging since we was youngins.I remember the day we met like it was yesterday! We was some bad ass kids ! He saw me struggling in a fight and this nigga helped me jump that fat nigga. Every since then he been my low key right hand man.He got his own lil barbershop shop up the street from my moma house. I knew him before I knew most of these lil niggas. He never hung around when Charles was around cause they was beefing over some bitch. They never squash that shit so he never came around. I recently hit him back up when rico died and he been in the shadows since then. "Aye so you know niggas from all around be coming in my shop. How bout we start serving from that motherfucker and get it really cracking." He rubbed his hands together. "Nigga that's dum. That's just bringing attention to the shop for no reason when we got a million crack outs around the city." I laughed. Man this nigga don't know shit about the streets but it's funny when he try to talk about it. Unlike the rest of these niggas we friends because he a solid funny ass dude. He might not be from the streets but he smart and he don't do reckless shit un like all my other homeboys. "Nah nigga we ain't gotta do no shit like that. We good." I passed him the blunt. He laughed then hit the blunt. His girlfriend came in looking like a straight snack.
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I haven't seen her since high school when she wore big ass glasses and had acne on her face. Damn she a whole walking glow up out here. "Broo stop looking at my girl." Quan spazzed. She sat on his lap looking at me . Damn this bitch making my dick hard. I sat up cause I got on grey joggers and that shit be hella embarrassing. "Here baby you wanna hit this." He handed her the blunt and she inhaled the smoke. I stared at her mesmerized. "Wasp Quan! This yo girl. She cute." Grace snapped me out of my daze when she walked in all loud and shit. She kissed me on the check then lips. "I'll be back around 7." She grabbed her purse and left out. "Why she always gotta slam the door though ." I groaned hitting the blunt. She had just handed to me. "Shit you tell us. But aye we gotta bounce her sister having a get together. Shit you should slide through if you ain't doing shit." He laughed and dabbed me up. I nodded dabbing him up. "Aight just send me the location." I sat back but I forgot my dick was hard. She smiled and walked off. "Aight bro." He followed behind her and I heard the door shut. Damn that bitch look like a whole different person. That shit crazy. My phone vibrated, Quan sent me the address . I headed up stairs to find some fresh to put on. You damn right I'm popping out.
