OUR STORY

Chapter 7

One month later

After Noah had gotten Desiree's number the two hit it off immediately, he always called her. He always sent her good morning texts. He had to make sure she knew that he was going all in for her. He didn't want her to think she wasn't serious about them.

They had been to each other's houses, sometimes even spent the night. Time was going quickly for the two and they didn't even realise it because they were enjoying each other's company that much.

None of their friends and family knew that the two were talking, or even hanging out, mostly due to Desiree not wanting everyone to know their business and all Noah could do was accept that he was also still in the streets, getting notified whenever he was needed and whenever issues were happening, he wanted to make sure that his personal life wouldn't affect his gang life.

Desiree was definitely taking a liking to Noah. She didn't know if it was his good looks his charms or his personality or even the way he carried himself self, but she didn't know that his smile could forever make her heart warm.

She didn't want her friends to know due to reasons like Keisha accidentally running her mouth or Shonda saying I told you so or that she knew something was going on between the two.

All she knew was that for the past month, when ever, Noah wanted to see her or even saw her, she got slightly excited, but she would never tell him that.

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"Aright is everything prepared for the drop?" no one asked looking at his members.

They were currently at a Traphouse that wasn't on his name, so even if the police were to get involved, they would have no trace of his name being on the house.

"Yeah boss everything is ready." Timone said while smoking his joint.

This house was mostly used for smoking weed or getting ready to drop products or weapons to the connect or taking from the connect.

" Okay make sure all the drugs are packed carefully. We don't want none of that shit going to waste or leaving a trace." Breeze said chewing on his stick making sure all his staff was doing what they needed to do.

"Igloo, I want you to notify me when the drop is complete."

"Now of all people, why in the hell would you pick this fool to do it?" Pigeon said looking at his boss as if he was crazy.

"Man shut the fuck up, who asked you anyway?" Igloo responded looking at him with disgust.

"I'm just saying this shit is worth fifty bags. You fuck up this shit and I will personally volunteer to kill you instead of Breeze." Pigeon shrugged picking up a magazine.

"Man fuck you bitch, I'll shove my foot so high up your ass." Igloo said out of anger.

"Who the fuck your bitch ass think you talking to." Pigeon said getting up from his seat, closing his magazine going to stand in his face.

"I'm talking to you nigga, who the fuck you think you is my boss."

"He is not your boss, but I am so how about you two motherfuckers seat your asses down before I sit it for you." Breeze said not taking his eye away from the notepad he was writing on.

Both the men backed away from each other as they held death glares as they were still facing one another.

Once they were far apart, the rest of the staff went back to work now that the commotion was dealt with.