The Question
Zayne
"These two guns?" He asked, holding up a PM-9 and a MP7.
I grabbed the loaded PM-9 and aimed it, testing it's weight. It was heavy but durable. Not too heavy to put in my pants.
"This bitch is heavy." Montana said, testing the weight of the MP7.
"I also have the AK-74u. I have a few uzis as well." He said.
We paid for our shipment and drove the weapons to a trap house after taking one of our own.
At The House..
"You serious about this?" Tubby asked.
"Yeah, I'm asking her to move in." I said, looking at the TV.
She laughed, taking a sip of her beer. "About time. She got you buying the snacks she like, the drinks she drink, and you washin' Y'ALL clothes. You ain't even comin' out in the weekends nomo."
I laughed, "Power of love."
"Why did I know you was going to say that?" Tubby asked, shaking her head with a grin on her face.
"When you asking Rio out?" I asked causing the grin to slid right off.
"Never nigga. She don't want my ass." Tubby said.
"Ima ask Skye to ask her and see what she says." I said, pulling out my phone. "I actually need to go get her. I can't wait for her to quit. I hate being there while she working. All them people seeing her naked and touching her body. I be wanting to unload a clip on everyone in that bitch."
"I feel you but Rio ain't my girl." She said, grabbing her keys. "Good luck with Skye."
"Yeah." I responded, driving to The Bunny so I could get Skye.
I got there at the exact time she got off and went inside. Skye stood at the bar, taking a shot of patron while she was fully dressed.
"Hey beautiful." I said watching her turn around.
"Hi." She said grabbing my hand with a small smile.
She seemed upset. I grabbed her bag from her shoulder and wrapped my arm around her waist.
"What's wrong?" I asked, kissing her shoulder.
"Nothing babe." She said.
"Tell me." I insisted, getting into the car after her.
"I don't like working here. It's so degrading but I don't like feeling dependent on someone else." She said, after a while.
"That's why you should just quit. I been asking you to quit for a week now babe. Just quit and let me take care of you beautiful." I said pulling up at my house. "I actually have a question."
"Hmm?" She asked looking at me with nervousness in her eyes.
"Will you move in with me?" I asked hoping she'd say yes.
She smiled tentatively, "Are you sure?"
"Sure as I'll ever be." I said getting out and grabbing her bag.
"Of course I'll move in with you." She said smiling at me.
Step one is complete. Now if I could get her to quit stripping.
Later On..
"I'd like this right here." Skye said, referring to the items she was showing me online. "And we could put that right there. And this right there."

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In Too Deep
General FictionSkye's parents were killed and she was put into foster care at the age of 11. Now at the age of 18, she's a legal adult with no where to go and no one to help her. So she turned to the club. She's a stripper living a decent life. But what happens...