𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 // dave.east

𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 #32

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"So you're really about to go scoop her? What about your father?" Tysheem questioned Dave, as he was thinking of Narnia. 

". . . What about him?" Dave asked, occupied with his thoughts. 

"You know him, he might not approve of her." 

Dave whipped his head towards Tysheem, raising an eyebrow. "What does that have to do with us?" 

"He might. . ." Tysheem trailed off, allowing Dave to finish the thought on his own.

When dave picked it up, he chuckled humorlessly, shaking his head. "Nah, he ain't touching her." 

"Dave—"

"Tysheem, I said what I said. He ain't never touchin' her, I don't give a fuck what he feels about it." Dave became defense with every word. "The fuck?"

"Alright, alright. I hear you." Tysheem backed off but not before whispering, "Sassy ass" to himself. 

 Dave gave him a side look. "Cool." He spoke short, ending the conversation. 

Around twenty minutes later, they arrived at the destination where his private jet was waiting. 

Dave and Tysheem sat in silence for a moment. 

"You coming or what?" dave spoke after some time.

"Of course, I don't know why we was just sitting in the car," Tysheem said, pulling the car door-handle, opened the door and stepped out. "Idiot." He mumbled, before slamming the door shut.

Dave smacked his teeth and stepped out the car as well. "And this idiot will beat you—"

"Aht! April fools. April fools. You gotta body of an iPhone, come on bruh, you ain't beating nobody." 

"Tysheem, ain't nobody 'bout to play with your odd ass."

"Yeah, aight." He replied, laughing as he boarded the jet.

Dave shook his head with a sigh, grabbing his bag. He walked towards the plane, scrolling through his phone when Narnia called.

A small smile sprinted on his face, as he answered her call before the second ring. 

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Narnia and her mother stared at each other, hatred surrounding their eyes.  "What do you need, Tiffany?" Narnia spoke, thankful her fear didn't show in her voice.

Tiffany smiled a wicked one. Not me, them. You. Your body. Master wants you for himself." 

"Over my dead body." 

"That can be arranged." 

Narnia scoffed in disbelief, feeling the knife clench in her hand. She felt satisfaction at the thought of her birth mother dead, by her hands.

"You're gonna be with him. . . forever." 

"No. I'm. Not!" Narnia charged at Tiffany, stabbing her two times in the chest before she was thrown off her.