𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐆.

𝟏 𝟒

BABY G.

♥︎

CHICAGO, ILLINOIS
♥︎

THIRD PERSON

"You ah whole bitch," Keyz laughed into Dre face.

Dre nose flared.

Keyz finally caught his ass.

Had Dre sitting in a chair tied up like the punk he was.

"Nah you the bitch." Keyz raised a brow backing up.

"How, nigga?"

Dre laughed and shook his head, "You just is, g."

"You lucky ian catch you lackin'."

Keyz got in his face and mugged him, looking him up and down.

"Nigga you ain't wan catch me." He said roughly.

Dre looked at Keyz knowing what he said was right.

Dre been toying and threatening Keyz but never actually tried to do shit.

Just ran his mouth.

"Instead you tried fuckin' wit my girl. You knew my where bouts but like the punk bitch you is, you decide to touch her."

Keyz felt his anger sit in.

He was going to kill the nigga in front of him.

"How is she?" Dre smirked, "What bout her friend?"

Bubba was ready walk up to him but Keyz stopped him.

"You gon be just like her why you smilin'." Bubba says mugging him.

Dre smile fell, he was a bitch fr.

Didn't want no smoke.

"But aye," Keyz said crossing him arms. "How yo mans?"

He smirked as Dre started thrusting in the seat.

"Shit sad. You ain' even kill the nigga that killed yo bro!" Keyz chuckled pulling out his gun.

His eyes met Dre's terrified ones, "Talk it out with em."

He raised it and pulled the trigger.

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Dior stared into the mirror seeing no signs that she was in the accident.

She had been using Aloe Vera gel since she had been released. It did her justice.

Dior decided to get cute today instead of being cooped up in her apartment with shit else to do.

She wanted to take a long break from work since word got out about the accident and Cia passing...

Dior walked to the mirror and took a few flicks and videos of herself.

She posted one and immediately got flooded with compliments.