Dayvon stood in the kitchen, on his phone. the male was currently texting dearra back.
she invited all the three men over. just to discuss some things and understand where they stood.
he sighed hiking his pants back up and grabbing the Glock-19 off the marble counter, tucking it deep into his pants.
he walked towards his front door unlocking them opening it and stepping onto his front porch, furrowing his eyebrows once he seen a car pull up into his driveway.
a mug plastered onto his face as he clutched his heat, walking towards his car unlocking the door then hoppin in.
the other figure stepped out of their car, walking towards dayvons car fastly and beginning to bang on his window.
seeing that the figure was misharron he groaned throwing his head back, he just knew she was about to ruin his high.
he rolled the window down to eye-level so her crazy ass wouldn't try anything.
she began pulling on the door handle hardly, "folks what the fuck is you doing! stop pulling on my shit!" he slightly yelled chuckling.
"GET THE FUCK OUT THE CAR DAYVON WITH YO HIGH ASS!"
"WRD 2 MY DEAD GET THA FUCK!" the wannabe from new york women raged.
dayvon sighed getting irritated, "asian get tha' fuck fa' i put one in ya' dome, wanna be a new york bitch so bad. you from fucking texas bitch. with yo howdy ass." he sighed.
chuckling once he realized he sounded like pa. each four had a nickname. it just suited them well. horace was daddy, kentrell was pa, and dearra was every beautiful name in the book. while dayvon was called phat man.
cause he was always fucking eating.
his thoughts got cut back when she finally managed to open his car door, 'fuck' dayvon whimpered feeling the female drag his small body out the car.
"WHERE THA' FUCK YOU BEEN AT BITCH!" asian yelled dragging him by his hair and sending hits.
dayvon quickly whipped his gun from out his pants, shooting close to asian foot as she quickly let him go.
