𝔾𝕚𝕪𝕒 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕧𝕖™️
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"Hiiiii. You must be Olivia-my son's partner for that project?"
"Yes ma'am. You're his mom, I assume."
"Yes I'm Ms.Hogan. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too."
"Come on in." I walk in and the house is so pretty. The living room has a cream and wood combination with matching couches, rugs, etc. I admire the family pictures on the walls; one standing out to me: Seyven, his brother, his mom, and a man I assume is his dad. They all look so happy.
"You wanna anything to drink or eat?"
"No ma'am. Thank you."
"Alright well I'll just take you to Sevyn's room." She leads me up the cream spiral stair case to Sevyn's room, where I sit and wait. "Sevyn will be here soon. He's just out with his brother for some business." I nod and scroll down my explore page and reposition my legs. I lay back on the bed a little, stretching when I feel something poking my back. Me being nosey, I flip the cover over and see a Glock sitting flat on the sheet. I slowly cover the gun back up and sit in his chair. I look around the room, trying to find some more information on him. I mean, how am I supposed to know this boy ain't a serial killer UNLESS I snoop around? I walk over to his closet and open it; snooping through his shoe boxes and his clothes. Only to find nothing. I go for his bed and search under there. Nothing. Nothing under his dresser, nothing in his bathroom. Nothing at all in his room, but a damn gun.
For him to just have a gun in his room and nothing else is kinda weird. Any other boy would've had countless guns, money, and possibly drugs in their room, but not Sevyn. And maybe I'm being paranoid, but having a big ass house like this in a very exclusive neighborhood, costs a lot of money. I tap the message icon in my phone to Kaliyah's contact and begin texting her when Seyven walks in with his beater and some jeans on. Looking fine as hellll.
"You good?"
"Yeah. You good?"
"Yeah. Let's go."
"Where we going?"
"Out."
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Kaliyah
"Why the fuck you bring her ova here?", Jet asks, referring to Yanna.
"Cuz She can. I'm not a threat. I just be chillin", Yanna responds rolling her eyes.
Jet smacks his teeth. "Where yo cousin at?"
"Out with some boy."
Jet laughs. "She still mad?"
"Hell yeah she still mad. You fired her."
"For good reason."
"That was not good reason. Yeen even provide her a reason. You just cut her off when you know that she providing for her momma", I add.
"I'll handle all of that. Y'all worry about y'all selves."
"Boy bye." Mack and G walk in and sit down by the door.
"Y'all talking about Olivia ain't y'all?", Mack asks.
"Hell yeah. Yo homie over here did my cousin dirty."
