Unrequited

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Diamond's POV

Dontavius got one hell of a glare. He always has had that about him. It makes you sweat even when you aren't looking at him.

And trust me, I am trying my hardest not to look at him.

"You listenin' to me, Diamond?" Our boss suddenly asked, making me quickly look up at him— But he was standing in front of Donnie.

"I'm Dontavius." Donnie said in his low, monotone voice. "He's Diamond. And I'm listenin'."

"Nigga I don't give a fuck which one you are. Just pay attention." OG is an old head. He's all about eye contact and showing respect or whatever.

Nigga so old we just started calling him OG. The niggas actual name is De'Von.

Despite the warning, I could still feel Donnie staring right at me— More accurately, right at the side of my neck where Regal had left plenty of hickies. She knows I hate when she does that shit, and I know she only does it because Donnie will see it.

To be fair... This time I really only did go over there because she said DJ wanted to see me.

She lied, obviously. But I was only going there for my son.

But when I saw that he wasn't there, I figured I shouldn't waste a trip.

And now Donnie's mad at me like he wasn't fuckin' that light bright ass nigga.

I really can't believe that shit... Donnie? Donnie is fucking around on me? Mr. Commitment? The nigga who wants to marry me?

I know y'all are probably wondering what the big deal is. I fuck around, so he should be able to do the same right?

Wrong.

That's still my nigga at the end of the day. That's still the love of my life. He's still only supposed to be mine.

But now the nigga wanna fuck on a Raymonte. The fuck type of ghetto ass name is that? That's almost worse than Dontavius.

"Both'a y'all niggas need to pay attention!" OG's voice penetrated my thoughts, making Donnie and I finally both look up and give him our full attention for the time being. "I got a delivery I need y'all to make for me. Nothing crazy, but I also ain't tryna send these young cats to do it. You know they get disrespectful, and we don't need a shoot out."

"Money?" Donnie asked in his usual low, quiet voice. He always gets straight to the point. He hates talking more than necessary.

I still remember all the times in school when teachers would try to get him a speech therapist just for them to find out he spoke perfectly well... He just doesn't like to.

"Yeah, yeah, y'all gettin' paid. Five each."

"Thousand?" Donnie asked with raised brows. "For a delivery?"

He was right to question it. Don't get me wrong, our job pays. But deliveries are the simple jobs that are usually given to the younger niggas looking to make quick, safe money. Five G's for a delivery meant some other shit was up.

"Don't question me." OG said as he leaned back in his chair. Donnie smacked his lips but otherwise didn't speak. "All I need y'all to do is make the drop. No drama."

I glanced over at Donnie to see him already glaring at me, making me roll my eyes. "Aight, bruh. No drama." I agreed, though OG only rolled his eyes at the both of us. He knows we always come with drama. We're good at our job, but we're built in drama.

"Get the fuck outta my office. The drop is in two days, so prepare." Donnie was the first to get up, not bothering to bid either of us goodbye as he walked out of the room. I let out a sigh and mumbled a goodbye to OG before moving after Donnie.