Chapter Thirty-five

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David "East" Easton.

We stood outside of Samuels mansion as we waited for lights out. I was growing impatient with this shit.

"What the fuck is taking so long?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Chill...call Aniyah." Troy said.

I called Aniyah and she answered on the fourth ring.

"Hello." She said in a groan.

"Hey get dressed in something comfortable we outside but we waiting on Jasper." I said.

"I'm leaving everything here I'm not taking shit." She said.

"Aye sis we gone go through this tunnel that leads straight to yo room...but since Samuel remodeled it we can't go back out so we have to go through the house to leave." Troy said.

She sigh.

"Ok." She said.

"Sit tight baby, I love you." I said.

"I love you to see y'all in a few." She said.

I sighed and hung up. As soon as I sat the phone down Jasper called.

"It's finish send them in I have also hack the cameras so I have eyes everywhere no surprises." He said.

"Where is Samuel now?" Troy asked.

"In his room, it looks like a hospital room though." Jasper said.

I looked at Troy and he looked at me.

"Thanks jasper keep ya eyes open." I hung up the phone.

"Let's just get this over with." Troy said.

We jogged through the yard and began taking niggas out. It wasn't a lot which was strange but I just shrugged it off. We climb through that dirty ass tunnel.

"Damn man it feels like hours." I said.

"Man who you telling." Trey said.

"I wish y'all would shut the fuck up we close." Troy said.

I smacked my lips. I was just ready to see my babies.

"We here." Troy said.

He twisted the nob and it opened. He pushed the clothes to the side and opened the door.

"David." Aniyah jumped into my arms and squeezed me tight.

"Rose I've miss you so much." I kissed her forehead.

"I miss you to." She smiled and let me go before hugging Troy and Trey.

"You ok?" Troy asked her.

"Let's just get out of here." She said.

We nodded and left out the room. We checked our surroundings and went downstairs.

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