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7: Tiesha And The Rookies

Killer 😊👆

★★★★★

"Baby, wake up," someone nudged Tiesha.

"Few more minutes, Koko." She whined.

"It's already past eleven and your nigga said I should wake you up for breakfast." Tiesha groaned as she opened her eyes.

Koko was already in a towel and she helped Tiesha get out of bed. Tiesha stood up and Koko undressed her, wrapped a towel around her, and pushed her into the bathroom.

Koko smacked Tiesha's back and gave her a toothbrush after adding the paste. Tiesha groggily brushed her teeth and then got in the shower with Koko. After they were done, they put on some biker shorts and matching T-shirts and then made their way out.

Tiesha almost choked when she got to the dining room. Everywhere was filled with smoke and weed.

She could make out rice and chicken on the table. Guns were on the table and money was littered everywhere.

On a Sunday morning.

Is that Ciroc?

With Salad?

Ciroc and Salad?

And Loud music.

Different questions ran around in her head. Ky'Mon was sitting with a blunt in his mouth and his feet on the dining table near the food. "What's good, Shawty?" Moneymaker greeted.

"Morning."

"Where's Khafilat?" Tiesha asked immediately.

A little girl shouldn't be around all these.

"She left this morning."

"Girl, your ass is lit." Zyante whistled. Koko was already settled down next to Moneymaker. Ky'Mon looked at Tiesha and urged her with a tilt of his head to take a seat.

"Can I see you?" She asked instead.

He stood up and only then did she realize he was shirtless, his tattoos shamelessly on display. He took her hand with the blunt in his mouth and dragged her somewhere private.

His office.

He shut the door and placed her on the desk, standing in between her legs. "Ion like your shorts, too much ass and thighs," he said immediately.

Tiesha rolled her eyes and he placed his hand on her thigh smoking. She took the blunt from his mouth and threw it on the floor.

He stared at her.

"Waz your problem? The smoke ain't do nun to you."

"Ky'Mon, I thought we was having breakfast. What's with the drugs and guns?"

"That's how we eat," he said annoyed.

"I don't like it."

"So?"

"So change it."