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Shamar plopped down on the couch beside bree. The two had been hanging out for a couple weeks now. Bree wanted to keep him around just in case her ex came back. Shamar just wanted company, so both of them benefited from each other.
Riley bree's sister pushed open the door. She stared at Shamar for a while "Well you moved on quick." Riley mumbled. "He's not my boyfriend Riley." Bree rolled her eyes. Shamar tuned both of them out watching videos of Kay Lanique sent.
"Ugh, Riley this is Shamar my friend, Shamar this is Riley my sister." Bree introduced the two. Riley flashed her smile exposing her light blue braces "Hey." Shamar eyed her and nodded not bothering to speak back.
"Ok now bye now." Bree shooed her sister. Riley rolled her eyes disappearing down the hall. "I ain't know you had a sista'." Shamar switched his phone off. "Yea and she's the worst, I also have a brother."
"She ain't seem that bad just na', coo' ya' brotha' live here too." He eyed her. "Yea but he's in the process of moving." She spoke. "A'ight." The cell phone buzzed in his hand. He pressed it against his ear "Wazzam?"
"Nigga we got somethin' to do where you at? It's gettin' dark." Sharawn peaked out the window. "Shit, my bad I'm comin' over there right na'." He hung up, he lifted up from the couch. "I gotta do somethin' I might stop by tonight." He digged in his pocket. "Ok, I'll wait up for you." She got up from the couch.
Shamar exited the apartment, Riley smiled prancing into the kitchen "Is that your next meal ticket?" She chuckled pulling open the fridge. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Bree tilted her neck to the side. "I mean that Drake guy is in and out of here almost every night and he's the reason you're getting all of those expensive things so is your friend Shamar your next meal ticket." Riley shrugged cracking the can of grape soda open. Bree shook her head "What I have going with you Drake is none of your business."
Shamar slipped on the black ski mask, he sat in the backseat of the car loading up the pistol. Jack chugged a load of pills washing it down with brown liquor. Sharawn sat in the driver's seat handing shamar a pair of gloves. Jay took his gun off of safety "I'm ready." The boys were about to rob the local gas station.
Shamar closed his eyes saying a silent prayer to himself before hopping out of the car. The crew barged into the gas station. Jay pointed his gun at the people that wandered around inside of the small gas station. Jack stood by the door on the look out while Shamar barked at the man behind the counter. "I WANT ALL THAT SHIT NIGGA." He pressed the cold metal against the man's head. He trembled quickly throwing the money into the bag.
Sharawn sat in the car staring at the rear view mirror "Whea' these niggas at." He fussed. He looked at his wrist watch then at the rear view mirror, he chuckled "Right on time." He cranked up the car.
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Shamar mumbled to himself counting his share of the cash from the robbery earlier. He smiled slapping the rubber band on the wand on cash. "A'ight it was nice doin' business with you niggas." He chuckled standing to his feet. "You finna go to bree na'?" Jay nudged him.
"It ain't even like that." He stuffed the cash in his pocket. "Nigga we know you hittin' that thing." Sharawn chuckled. Shamar shook his head pulling the door open. He crossed the street making his way over to the apartment complex.
He knocked on the door then stuffed his hands in his pocket. Bree hopped off of the couch, she pulled the door open "Hey." She smiled. "Wazzam?" He spoke plopping down on the couch. "See I told you that I would wait for you." Bree smiled taking a seat beside him, she laid her head on his chest.
