ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴅᴏᴛꜱᴏɴ
📍: ꜱᴀʟᴛ ʟᴀᴋᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ, ᴜᴛ
"Mr. Gaulden" Montana repeated.
Awl hell fuck nawl.
These folks gon act a fucking fool when I get back home, I swea.
"Oh I heard u. I just wanted u to say it again, make sure Ian tripping" I said, the guards walked me closer. "Are they really necessary shit. Damn y'all wanna pay me down again?"
I held my arms up, the guard really patted me down again.
Montana laughed.
"Nawl, just gotta make sure u not armed"
"Oh but y'all can be armed?"
"Protecting ourselves"
"Why can't I protect myself??"
"U got guards around, nobody finna hurt you"
I rolled my eyes, following him into the house.
I looked, it was a circular couch in the middle between the duel staircase. Three girls sitting on it, like they're waiting in line for some.
"I'm styling them too?" I asked Montana.
He laughed. "Null, just him"
"How many styles am I doing? And when can I go home?"
"Next Thursday, we don't know yet"
"Next- nigga I got a child to tend to and a job. Y'all must of forgot"
"We paying u more than your job is. They will be okay. You can call your daughter, make sure she straight"
"I just like how y'all decided to take my lil life for the week and not tell me" I said, we walked thru the house I seen two of the girls mugging me. "Fuck is they problem? These video girls or some??"
He looked at me, and looked at the guards as they laughed.
"Some like that" he answered, walking up the stairs.
I looked into the rooms as we walked past, I seen bunk beds.
"Oh hell Nawl. I'll take a hotel, I refuse to sleep on a bunk bed"
"U not sleeping here noways. We got u covered, you just meeting him"
"Okay good"
He knocked on the big double doors.
"Top! Stylist here" Montana said, the doors opened.
I looked up making eye contact with him, he hit his blunt looking at me.
"Nice to meet you" he said, lowly.
"Nice to meet you too" I said, he sipped his drank cutting his eyes.
"Video shoot in the morning, guards gon take u to where u will be staying" Montana said.
