"𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖳𝗈𝗉. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗈 𝖠𝗅𝗒𝗌𝗌𝖺, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖪𝖠𝖨𝖹𝖨𝖤𝖱."
Kaizier was known by many names in the streets. 9, Top, Youngboy. Alyssa, however, knew h...
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"Doors locked at 11:00," Mr.Jordan spoke. "You don't have to come back until tomorrow. Bring all your clothes, everything you got. You'll be with me for the next year or so."
Kaizier nodded, and they dapped one another up. Horace dapped him up, Alyssa hugging Mr.Jordan before they made their way from out the house and towards her car once more.
"Bruh, I can't believe you a fuckin' boxer now. $1.3 million dollars, bruh." Horace spoke, Alyssa walking ahead of them towards the car. "We gotta celebrate man."
Kaizier bit his lip, trying to stop himself from smiling. They got in the car, Kaizier closing the door softly before he settled into the seat.
"India is blowing up my shit," Alyssa bit her lip nervously, "She wants us to meet all of them at Hibachi."
Although he wasn't ready to confront his friends not only about the video, but about their relationship. It was easy to see something was going on between the two when Kaizier had her behind his back protectively and she was clutched to him. Of course, the video didn't record the parts where Alyssa was down on the ground, with a gun to her head.
"Das cool," He mumbled, "But first we gotta see ma grandmaw."
She nodded and they made their way back towards where they came from, an hour to go once more.
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