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"Them niggas not free." Mhady laughed loudly. The male put his head back and took a hit from his blunt. "If they really out, why they ain't spin? I ain't see no nigga on our block."
"So Dougie is just cappin?" Nasir lifted an eyebrow. Mhady would only nod. "Imma knock the shit out that drug takin', lean sippin' ass nigga."
"Shit, so it ain't nothing to worry about?" Kevin shrugged and picked up the cup that was nearly filled with hennessy and mixed with some juice.
"No, nigga. Ion know why ya listened to a nigga that constantly sips lean on a daily." Mhady mumbled. Everybody knew that Arion was a heavy lean sipper. He didn't exactly care about that though.
"Aight but if the twins ain't out, what was Dougie talkin' about? He was just chattin'?" Kevin queried before raising the cup to his lips and taking a sip of his drink. Scrunching his face inward as he did.
"Nigga he was probably drunk. You heard how he was talkin'." Nasir said. The other two would sigh and shake their heads.
"Oh—never mind you niggas fucked." Mhady chuckled as he scrolled around on his phone. On his screen, he had been reading the highlights of Kevin, Keem, and Quan escaping. The drill pages on Instagram had been more than excited about the news but everyone knew that they'd eventually get caught again.
"You niggas?" Kevin lifted an eyebrow. Mhady nodded, holding a mischievous grin.
"Keem got beef wit you and Nas, not me." The other added. "Ion know about the other nigga, not really my problem—does Setty know?"
"Nigga, if he got a problem wit me, he got a problem wit everybody." Kevin grumbled. "And ion know, probably."
"Aye aye hollon. That nigga ain't die." Nasir suddenly said. Kevin and Mhady looked at the other who had his head down in his phone. Mhady was confused.
"What? Ya niggas already murdered somebody?" The male queried. It seemed like everybody was surprised and a bit confused when they heard that Kevin and Nas were already causing trouble when they just got out of prison.
"Not y'all—Kay. Kay did the shooting, I was only helping." Nasir shrugged. He was quick to pull himself out of that situation even though he was still guilty by association.
"Nigga does it matter? What is you chattin' about?" Kevin asked, sounding annoyed.
"Lil bro ain't die from them shots you threw." Nasir repeated, paraphrasing what he had said previously. "I thought you saw he was down."
"I guess we goin on another drill." Kevin mumbled. "Mhady you gone have to watch for us this time."
"I got ya, trust."
𝟕.𝟐𝟏.𝟐𝟑—𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓
"I told him he shouldn't be going nowhere, but he just not listening." Yara said as she opened the boxes of shoes and began to place displays on the wall and organized the other boxes according to the sizes that were available.
"Him and Wes acting weird." Nevaeh replied. "I asked him what they had going on and he wouldn't tell me shit. I just stopped asking 'cus if you not gone tell me, it's no reason for me to keep pressing you about it."
"Right."
"Maybe they wanna surprise ya wit something." Taniyah suggested. Though she tried to be optimistic about the situation and bring down the tension, she also thought it was odd for the boys to suddenly behave differently compared to how they were before.
"Ion know. When I was asking Namil what he was doing and whatever, he kept answering me all dry and shit like he was irritated. Like—okay. Shit I'm probably being extra—Namil just been acting off." Yara said, sighing softly.
"Or the nigga just wants to get out the house," Jay chimed in, "he been stuck in the hospital and in the house for almost an entire week. You can't blame him for being a lil pissed off when you tryna keep him in the house. I get that you don't want him to get hurt again but what's the worse that could happen to him? Ain't nobody else out to get him, so he okay."
That was probably the most logical answer. Yara had been trying her hardest to keep Namil from going back outside in public, especially after he was shot but it was just making Namil mad. The girl sighed.
"Fine. I guess that makes sense."
Later that day when Yara went home, Namil was sitting on the bed, stuffing clothes down into his a duffel bag, not really caring about how sloppily he did it. He seemed like he was deep in thought as he did so. The male stared intently into nothing as he packed the bag and eventually zipping it shut once he was finished.
"Oh, when you get here?" Namil asked, finally looking up at Yara. Yara put her bag down beside the clothing rack where Namil had his clothes hung up and she would sit on the bed beside him.
"Just a few minutes ago." The girl answered. Namil would only nod, not having too much to say after the response. He seemed a bit more focused on what he had going on.
"What you got going on? You still packing ya shit up?" Yara queried. She knew what he was doing, but she wanted to see if he would act any different this time.
And of course, he didn't change a bit.
"Bro," he grumbled, "I'm just goin' to The City wit Wes and shit and we just finna chill. I ain't doing nothing crazy like you think I am."
The male let out a sigh so he didn't sound irritated like he did in his previous sentence. He would wrap his arms around Yara and kiss her on the cheek. He would tuck his head down into her neck.
"You know I'm not a reckless nigga. Just relax, okay? Ain't nothing gone happen."
"I know nothing gone happen to you, but I'm genuinely worried that something will happen." Yara replied while she played with Namil's curls.
"The worst that could happen is me collapsing in public. It ain't like imma get shot again—but I got that knocka on me if it come to that again." Namil chuckled after his sentence, making Yara giggle a bit.
"Okay, Namil. Just be careful please."
"I'm always careful—and my bro Wes wit me. He got me." Namil smiled.
