BABY G.
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CHICAGO, ILLINOIS
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THIRD PERSON
"Loc is what?!" Dre screamed pushing past the three niggas in front of Keyz sisters.
They eyes widened.
"What are you talking about?" Lacey questioned as Sincere rolled her eyes.
"Why tf do I hear that yo punk ass brother outta jail?"
"Nigga hollon. My brother ain't no punk!" Lacey screamed pushing him out of their faces.
"And where you heard that shit, is coming from a gaddamn liar." Sincere added pushing him again.
Dre was so close to smacking these bitches but he knew hitting a female wasn't going to clear shit.
Dre was pissed knowing that Keyz was out and about wondering like he ain't kill his folk.
"Well if he out, just know ima kill em." Dre said through clenched teeth and walked away with his niggas behind him.
Lacey and Sincere looked at each other.
"Oh shit." They said in unison and got into their car.
"Where are you?" Lacey said through the phone.
Keyz bent down to put the bowls of food in front of the dogs.
"Stop worryin' bout me. Where the fuck you at?"
Lacey rolled her eyes speeding up the highway.
"Nigga this aint no joke! Dre know you outta jail. Somebody knows."
Keyz smacked his teeth, he wasn't worried about no bitch named Dre.
"You sayin' the shit like it's 'pose to scare me."
Sincere smacked her teeth taking the phone from Lacey, "Cause it is! We are coming to you, bitch. Now send yo location."
With that, she hung up making Keyz look down at the screen.
He sighed and sent his location thinking of an excuse to come with.
Ain't no way he telling these heifas about Dior.
Or he thought.
She was at work right now anyways. She safe.
