Cleanin' Up The Hood

Zay

Zay pulled the car into the driveway in front of 230 Grove St and switched the ignition off. The car was silent without a string of Savannah's demands Zay looked behind him to see she had drifted off into a deep slumber on the backseat.

Good.

Zay sighed in relief as he opened his door to retrieve the "Trap Princess" as he mentally dubbed her.

He opened the backdoor and picked her up into his arms. He studied her features closely. Savannah wasn't bad looking at all. Her Micro braids hair drooped just below her shoulders and perfectly complimented her mocha skin and brown eyes. She had a delicate figure with a firm waist. Zay noted that her nice round ass was even better to look at and clung to her jeans delightfully.

If CJ wasn't my boss man and her attitude wasn't shit, I would def try to get at her. Zay carried her up to the porch bridal style. He began to fish for the house key in his pocket. He retrieved it to open the door. He glanced around the living room.

"Guess no one decided to crash here tonight," He muttered quietly to himself as he stared around the neat, empty living room.

"Mama please wake up, "Savanah mumbled sleepily.

Zay looked down at her a bit what that's all about. He wondered to himself.

To be real, he had never seen Cj's old lady/Savannah's mama and no one never mentioned her, so he just assumed she was dead. He shrugged his shoulders really not wanting to meddle within the Johnson family business.

Savannah began to stir a bit in Zay's arms, but she didn't wake up aside from mumbling incoherently. He carried her upstairs to the guest room across from his room which was also Savannah's former room.

The guest room was a bland starch white with even blander décor. The room contained a single twin bed with a beige comforter and a single dresser with late 90's issues of Ebony magazine strewn carelessly across. Zay placed her on the bed after pulling back the beige comforter and laying her on the clean white sheets. Zay placed her cell phone on the pillow next to her.

Just as he did this, his own phone buzzed within his pocket. He checked it.

DADDY IM LONELY CUM C ME ;)

Zay looked over to Savannah who slept on. Her beautiful face was etched into slight worry as she frowned slightly in her sleep. Zay felt a brief pang a sympathy and then also realized he had an obligation to protect her for CJ. Zay sighed in regret as he passed up the pussy.

BUSY MAYB LTR

Right after Zay sent that message he received another.

FAMS MEETIN AT 7AMTMROW AT Coops Shit GETTING REAL