𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐆.

𝟎 𝟕

BABY G.

♥︎

CHICAGO, ILLINOIS
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NASTY SHIT AHEAD ;)

THIRD PERSON

Dior giggled as Keyz laid on top of her tickling her.

He stopped and she laughed a bit staring up into his eyes.

Dior moved his fresh braids out his face and rubbed his cheek.

He looked different now. More manicured. Way more fine.

Dior couldn't help but to smile as Keyz did.

Dior sat up and softly kissed his lips.

Keyz leaned into the kiss moving their lips faster.

They had yet to fuck, but till then, they just enjoyed each other company.

It was Keyz who wanted to wait for some reason, he wanted to get to know Dior on a level of living together.

He stared down at her. "If I wanted a dog, righ, would you mind?"

Dior smiled a bit feeling him run his hands on her sides. "Depends on what kind."

"A french bulldog."

Dior grinned, "You know," She dragged. "I always wanted a damn frenchie. Can I pick the color?"

Keyz chuckled but nodded, "Sho, li mama."

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"Don't they cost like 6k?" Dior asked walking hand in hand with Keyz.

Keyz looked down at her and nodded, "We got bread for it."

"You mean you got bread for it."

"We. What is mine is yo's."

Keyz opened the door to the unknown building letting Dior walk in before him.

They hands connecting with one another's once again.

Dior was skeptical to where they were going but she knew Keyz wouldn't bring her somewhere that isn't safe.

And Keyz didn't.

The place was illegal but It was made for dog fighting and to sell illegal dogs that aren't suppose to be sold in America.

Dior pulled her mask further up when she seen a whole bunch of people.

A buff white man came walking towards them with a smirk on his face.

He watch Dior like she was a piece of meat.