The Worst ( Urban )

Chapter - 16

Mariea in MM
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Kyaa Pov

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Me and Drea been up since shit almost forever trying to figure this shit out for Seven and Taylor. The fact that the police station wanted to pussyfoot around and not tell us nothing for hours was really setting me off. It was like 12 and they had just got to their bond hearing, the judge was tryna be on some other shit but thank God Drea had called her lawyer. Because she was trying to lock them up Forreal saying that they may serve as a threat to the damn community! I almost got kick out the damn courthouse, cause I found it hard to see a threat they served to the community. Then, her ass gone say she finna be nice and set they bails low so I'm thinking okay she finna get us for low low frfr I may have to apologize for my actions. Then, I hear $25,000 for Taylor and $50,000 for Carmelo since he had previous encounters with law or whatever. I was blew but Im glad we only had to post 10% of the actual amount cause shit who got time to shedding out thousands on bail with a baby on the way? Me and Drea went over to the clerk to start the process of paying their bail. Even though I was mad at Taylor and he was mad at me I just wasn't gonna let him sit in jail. Im glad Drea called me, but I'm still trying figure out why Taylor didn't call me like everybody you get 1 phone call but if you slick as hell you can get more. Mad or not I would've put my difference aside for shit like this.

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Taylor POV

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I sat back in the cell with a couple of other niggas waiting to go to they bond hearing or just get bailed out before they fucked around and ended up in county. They brought Seven back in and I just sat back thinking how every took a turn quick as hell. All I remember was riding with Seven we was finna go pay ole boy Breezy a visit for some disrespectful shit he had his niggas doing to our lil block boys. I had just rolled a blunt that bitch was pearly as a motherfucker. I lit it and took one puff and I seen cop lights and heard sirens blaring. Me being so acustom to this block shit I instantly threw the blunt and started to dismantle my gun its bad enough I had the bitch on me and its even worst it was loaded. I looked at seven as he kept looking in the mirror trying to see whether the cop want us or not.

Taylor: Bro keep driving for lil bit and gimme yo gun yo dont need no mo gun charges!

He nodded passing me his ruger and I emptied the clip and tossed both or guns in the glove department under some shit. Seven finally pulled over and the cop got out , I turned down the music and seven rolled down his window as the the cop approached.

Police officer: Where are you two gentlemen headed to tonight?

Seven: We're on our way home to our fiances, officer what's the problem.

This lying mothherfucker, I almost laughed he know damn well Drea gave him that ring back and was finna pistol whip his goof ass a couple days ago and Kyaa... man we aint enagaged and im definitely not heading back to my house with Her, she told me dont come back unless its to get my shit so whatever.

Police Officer: Well you were speeding and did you not see me signaling for you to pull over back there?

Seven: How was I speeding I was doing 67 in a 65 you gotta be doing like 5 over the speed the limit to be speeding and it was more cars then me I had to narrow it down.

Police Officer: License and registration plese?

Seven pulled out his license and and then looked at me, This nigga registration bet not be in the damn glove department.

Seven: Aye pass me my registration?

Taylor: Where the fuck yo registration at?

Seven: The glove department.