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"Jeremiah, just lemme see the keys bro. I'm so deadass. You know my dukes wanted to have a fuckin' party when I came home." Kevin said loudly. It had come to Nasir's attention that Jeremiah might've had a car for the two to take to Namil's upcoming performance in Boston.
"Doesn't Setty have an extra car? We can take that . . ." Nasir suggested. Kevin sat on the thought for a moment. It was interesting for Nasir to bring him up after they bother ruled him out as useless and it's a waste of time to be asking Jeremiah to help when it was obvious that he wasn't willing.
"We not talking to that nigga. If he not helping us it's no reason to ask the nigga for a car. I can ask Dougz if he in for it but the nigga be so busy picking up treeshes that he ain't all that reliable." Kevin replied. Nasir's eyes lowered and he sighed.
"Then what we supposed to do? Steal a car and have for charges on our heads?" Nasir queried rhetorically.
"Aight smart ass . . ." Kevin grumbled.
"Speak up Kev-"
Kevin would grab Nasir by his collar pulled the other down to his level. The grip on the cloth was tight and it looked as if he wasn't letting go any time soon.
"Don't be the next nigga to die, aight? I been chillin while you said all this smart shit. Be cool wit me and I'll be cool wit you, you heard?"
The two would glare at each other before Kevin would finally let go of Nasir.
"Why the fuck can't you get ya own?" Jeremiah tilted his head as he combed his fingers through the poof of hair on the top of his head.
"Nigga I have a RICO and I doubt they just letting escapees rent cars. The fuck does this look like? Niggas would lock me immediately if I tried some shit like that." Kevin explained.
Jeremiah shook his head. "Nah, ion trust that. You niggas probably finna go find that kid ya was tryna hunt down so bad and do him in the worst way. Let that nigga live. He only eighteen."
"Notti was fourteen. What's the difference?"
Jeremiah would sigh and reach into his pocket, giving in to Kevin's pleas. He would take out a set of keys and put them into Kevin's hand.
"If you fuck my V up, I fuck you up, heard? And you paying for the shit." Jeremiah warned. "I'm so deadass too. Don't let Nas drive my shit either. You know how that nigga get."
"Nigga was never finna drive."
Kevin would tuck the keys in his pocket, not breaking his eye contract with Jeremiah, who glared at him with disapproval. Jeremiah still didn't like the fact that he was giving up his keys when Kevin was planning a murder but he didn't wanna hear the constant begging from him.
"It's in the driveway. Bring that shit back to me when you niggas get done." Jeremiah said. The front door closed in front of Kevin. A smirk appeared onto the male's face before he'd walk to the car. He would get in and start the car.
Kevin jabbed his thumb down on the keypad and he'd press the call button. The phone rang for a short moment before there was a shuffling sound.
"What's the word?" Nasir's deep voice answered through the speakers of the car.
"I got the V, I'm on my way back."
"Setty really let you? You really got a way wit words 'cus if I asked, the nigga was gone cuss me out and tell me my driving is ass." Nasir said. Kevin sucked his teeth.
"That's 'cus it is." He mumbled.
*
"Aw, fuck." Namil sighed as he watched the bottle of water spill all over his clothes. "Can you niggas watch what the fuck ya niggas doin—fuck man."
The group; Namil, Wes, Demar, and Ben had been playing Uno together for the night. Wesley and Demar were being competitive with each other the whole time. Wesley laughing loudly and shaming Demar for his inability to win even though Namil was winning majority and Ben had been right behind him.
"Blame Wes, he keep hitting the fuckin' table. Like nigga calm down it's not even that serious." Demar answered. Wes would cross his arms.
"It's 'cus you fuckin' suck at Uno—just like how you suck at Fortnite. Tell them niggas how I carried you in every game." Wes combated. Namil only sighed, taking his glasses off of his face, only to clean them off with the dry area of his shirt.
"Whatever yo. Don't start the game up again, though. I'm finna change 'cus some niggas don't know how to be chill when comes to a fuckin' card game." Namil said squinting.
The male stood up from his seat and walked upstairs into the room he had been staying in. As he walked in, he saw Yara lying down on the bed asleep, while a horror movie played in the background. He was a bit surprised at how she could sleep through how loud the tv was. He would smile and walk over to the bed. He'd kiss Yara on her forehead and turn down the volume on the tv.
"You coming to lay down already?" Yara asked, half asleep. Namil hummed.
"Nah, not yet. I'm still playing wit the guys. Niggas just spilled some shit 'cus they was wylin' over a game." Namil replied as he pulled his shirt over his head, completely removing it.
"Aw, that sucks. Personally—I would spill that shit on them." Yara giggled.
"I'll spill some shit on you."
"Pause, you freaky ass nigga." Yara reached for one of the pillows and threw it at Namil, making him laugh.
"Chill, I was playing. Lemme change before they think I'm up here fuckin'." The male grinned as he'd place the pillow at the edge of the bed and grab a dry shirt to change into.
"But don't cap, you got a lil excited when I said that shit." Namil continued with a grin before another pillow flew at him.
