His Lawyer | Chapter 9

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" Them drugs bring it out and I can't hide it Tryna link me to some shit, I told 'em I don't know about it Bitch, I'm banging 4ktrey, they all gon' lay, we swing that chopper " x Youngboy

Word Count : 1320

" Okay but I want you " I said tugging at her belt loop

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" Okay but I want you " I said tugging at her belt loop

" Okay I want you too "

" So then why you playing ? "

" Because how do I suppose to trust you after you had a whole other bitch on the side and you lied right in my face after I asked you if you have a girlfriend "

I rolled my eyes she need to stop bringing that shit up it's getting old— ion gotta explain myself to her

" Rashad you hear me talking to you ? "

" Yea mama I hear you " I said grabbing my phone

MESSAGES
Carter nigga you better not be with that bitch
Can you come home please
Where are you ?

Jb His name is Jayceon Townsend y'all need to get his ass he out here moving y'all product

Dolph we got him
Key bet I'm otw

I grab Mazi keys off my dresser " Umm where you going with my car ? "

" I'll be right back " I said tucking my gun in my pocket " Jail already calling yo name "

" I'm not finna do this with you Renè " She shrugged her shoulders " whatever— bye jail bird " Mazi said turning on the TV

I scoffed walking out how she gonna dismiss me out my own crib— This a bold ass nigga selling my product breaking in my shop

But first I need to get my stuff from my Condo before Carter sell it— I really do wanna be with Mazi but she be all over a nigga ass sometimes I know she care about me but I know what I'm doing I know I be getting locked sometimes but half the stuff I be getting locked over be stupid stuff like not having a gun license am I going to get a gun license?

No I'ma always keep that thang on me I can't get one because I'ma felon anyways— I made my way to my Condo— I crept in being greeted with a slap to
myself maybe if I go to jail I'll claim it was self defense

" I like that shit " I laughed rubbing my face walking back to my room throwing my jewelry in my duffel bag " Where are you going ? "

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