~ Chapter Six ~

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A week later

A week later

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"Damn girl" I groaned as I recieved head from this chick I met at the club weeks ago.

She was bad as fuck and plus she had a friend.

You already know what type of time I'm on.

"You like that baby?" She asked as she licked, sucked, and slurped every last bit of me.

"Fuck girl." I leaned my head back and her friend came up behind me sucking on my neck.

"Aye ma, don't leave no marks." I said sternly and took the blunt she had out of her hand.

"I got you baby."

I took a pull from the blunt and blow it down at the other chick.

She looked up but kept sucking my shit.

"Stop playing daddy." She giggled and went back to handling business.

This what my life has been for the past week. I mean what else was I supposed to do?

I'm up in this house hiding like some pussy. I ain't afraid of nobody but I know it ain't about me being afraid.

The gang always been smart with shit and me being around any of them or my family at the moment wasn't safe for them. Having the gang caught up in anything involving the cops was bad for business.

Shit it was bad for me too.

The girls moaning knock me out my thoughts.

"Damn girl." I said.

Once I got one off she got up smiling and shit.

Yea I know the dick good.

"Go ahead and get the money off the table. Go buy sum nice." I told them.

Usually I wouldn't give them money because they not prostitutes or shit like that but since they were cool and pleased a nigga well.

They both giggled "thanks baby" she said.

After while they got dressed and was out the house.

I settled on watching Friday and rolling up another blunt.

About twenty minutes into the movie I got hungry and went to the kitchen.

"Damn, ain't shit in here to eat." I said.

I mean over here in this house there wouldn't be shit in here anyway. I don't know how to fucking cook a damn thing.

My phone rung in my pocket so I pulled it out and saw Ashley face timing me.

Right on time!

"Heyyy favorite cousin, how you doing?" I asked as I answered the phone.

"He- wait no it's a trap. What you want?" She squinted her eyes at me all close in the camera.

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