𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞.

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Durk Derrick Banks.
Harold's Chicken, Chicago Illinois.
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" You lame as hell." Cheno looked at Von cracking up." You in love that much?"

" Didn't I just say that bitch?" Von grabbed a ice cube out his cup throwing it at him. " Lucky my whole world."

" After my kids though. Yo kids always gotta come first. Specially if you ain't tryna hear yo baby mama mouth."

" Bitches be getting on instagram saying we don't be doing shit & how they be wanting more money like bitch do I look green?" Ikey shook his head.

" You don't even got kids." I looked at him. " Trudy and Lucky." He stated.

" Them my kids."

" Lucky ain't shit to you." Von mugged him. " If you say so." Ikey waved him off.

" Damn you ain't gone defend Trudy?" Booka frowned. " You bogus."

" His ass ain't nothing." Cheno added.

" Ion think I'm the right nigga for her." I said being honest. " I be fucking up."

" But Trudy ain't perfect either." Louie pointed out. " She fuck up too."

" And you know you all she got other than Lucky anyway, Plus as many times as you tried to leave her in the past what she do?" Ikey questioned.

" Cried and begged for me to stay because she said ain't no relationship gone be perfect." I dropped my head.

" So you know if you try and leave her now? Right after her mama put her out?  And while she staying with you? She gone crash out." Louie told me.

" I feel like if you love her like you say you do, you gone do everything you can to make y'all work out. And yea ain't nobody shit fenna be perfect but as long as you trying is all that matter." Von said truthfully.

" Like me and Lucky was going thru so much shit but I kept fighting for her ass. Now we back and better then we was in the beginning."

" I do love Trudy." I said truthfully trying to shake the urge of breaking down away from me.

" I just feel like a burden."

" I'm a fucking junkie." I pushed my plate of food away. " Okay?" Booka shrugged.

" But do she complain about you being a junkie? Or do she support you and try to help you break the habit?" He asked.

" Even though breaking yo addiction ain't fenna be easy, you got somebody that's motivating you to do better gang. And as a street nigga to have somebody pushing you to do better be all we want and be needing sometimes." Cheno stood up locking hands with me.

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