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Author: Jazmyne
declared, referring to her father, as she leaned back in her seat.
Parker got up from his seat. “I’ll have some information for you in a few days,” he said, turning to walk away. He stopped walking then turned around to face Aaliyah once again. “I hope you know what you’re doing.” He said as he exited her office.
Now that business with Parker was taken care of, Aaliyah was ready to get back to work. She had case files to look over. Clients from all over were requesting her for their business needs. Aaliyah closed her eyes then said a silent prayer before she turned her undivided attention to the files sitting on her desk.
*
Ace was riding around Hampton roads with his music blasting and a choppa sitting on the backseat of his ride, a 9 mm on his lap, and a Desert Eagle riding shotgun in the passenger seat. Rumors around town was that J’vion’s pussy ass had formed a small army and was asking questions about Ace, as if he had gone into hiding or his name didn't hold any weight in the streets. Ace found it funny that a nigga who had shot his home up a few months back was acting as if it was difficult to find him. Ace remained the same and so did his address. The only time Ace was MIA was when he was spending time with his lady and daughters. When it came to his daughters, the streets or anything dealing with them was a non-factor.
What niggas needed to realize was that Ace wasn't your typical nigga. One thing about him was he didn't play any games when it came to his family. The sooner everyone realized that, the better off everyone would be.
Ace pulled up in the hood to find his niggas posted up deep as hell. He put his car in park and hopped out.
Ace shook hands as he approached the sea of people standing about. “Nigga, you know you can’t be rolling up on niggas like that. You could have gotten yo ass killed.” Jay said as he walked out of Larry’s front door. They shared a laugh and slapped hands.
“Baby boy, you already know I stay prepared,” Ace avowed, showing the 9 mm and Desert Eagle resting in his waistband.
“Fuck y’all got going on over here?” Ace asked as he removed the blunt from behind his ear.
“Taking these nigga’s money,” Boog answered with a blunt dangling from his lips, while he shook the dice in the palm of his hands.
“That nigga ain’t taking shit,” Jay laughed. Boog had already lost a few stacks but wasn't sweating shit; he was just enjoying his night, something he hadn't done in a long time.
“That’s light-weight money,” Boog declared as he blew on the dice before releasing all three. Everything was going well until niggas started getting drunk and talking about things they knew nothing about, like Ace and his current situation with his wife.
"I don't understand how you’re out here shooting dice when ya wife is somewhere needing ya help," Wayne slurred. It was no secret that Sunshine was out there waiting for Ace to save her. Word had spread like wildfire as everyone anticipated what Ace would do to save her, or what was to become of the mothafuckas who had crossed the line.
"You worried about the wrong shit," Ace said as he shook the dice before blowing in his hand, and then releasing them. Ace along with everyone else watched as the colorful dice bounced off the wall and rolled around the ground before each one stopped on a number, reading 4-5-6. "Just drop my money on the ground," Ace demanded as he picked up the dice.
“Wayne, why don’t you shut the hell up,” Jay said joining the conversation.
Ace waved Jay off. "If what you’re about to say has nothing to do with the dice game, please shut the fuck up," Ace stated calmly.
"From the looks of things, you ain't worried." Wayne instigated, taking a swig from the personal bottle of Hennessey he was holding.
"Wayne, why don't you just shut the fuck up!?" Jay spat. For once, he was eager to enjoy his night with no type
Parker got up from his seat. “I’ll have some information for you in a few days,” he said, turning to walk away. He stopped walking then turned around to face Aaliyah once again. “I hope you know what you’re doing.” He said as he exited her office.
Now that business with Parker was taken care of, Aaliyah was ready to get back to work. She had case files to look over. Clients from all over were requesting her for their business needs. Aaliyah closed her eyes then said a silent prayer before she turned her undivided attention to the files sitting on her desk.
*
Ace was riding around Hampton roads with his music blasting and a choppa sitting on the backseat of his ride, a 9 mm on his lap, and a Desert Eagle riding shotgun in the passenger seat. Rumors around town was that J’vion’s pussy ass had formed a small army and was asking questions about Ace, as if he had gone into hiding or his name didn't hold any weight in the streets. Ace found it funny that a nigga who had shot his home up a few months back was acting as if it was difficult to find him. Ace remained the same and so did his address. The only time Ace was MIA was when he was spending time with his lady and daughters. When it came to his daughters, the streets or anything dealing with them was a non-factor.
What niggas needed to realize was that Ace wasn't your typical nigga. One thing about him was he didn't play any games when it came to his family. The sooner everyone realized that, the better off everyone would be.
Ace pulled up in the hood to find his niggas posted up deep as hell. He put his car in park and hopped out.
Ace shook hands as he approached the sea of people standing about. “Nigga, you know you can’t be rolling up on niggas like that. You could have gotten yo ass killed.” Jay said as he walked out of Larry’s front door. They shared a laugh and slapped hands.
“Baby boy, you already know I stay prepared,” Ace avowed, showing the 9 mm and Desert Eagle resting in his waistband.
“Fuck y’all got going on over here?” Ace asked as he removed the blunt from behind his ear.
“Taking these nigga’s money,” Boog answered with a blunt dangling from his lips, while he shook the dice in the palm of his hands.
“That nigga ain’t taking shit,” Jay laughed. Boog had already lost a few stacks but wasn't sweating shit; he was just enjoying his night, something he hadn't done in a long time.
“That’s light-weight money,” Boog declared as he blew on the dice before releasing all three. Everything was going well until niggas started getting drunk and talking about things they knew nothing about, like Ace and his current situation with his wife.
"I don't understand how you’re out here shooting dice when ya wife is somewhere needing ya help," Wayne slurred. It was no secret that Sunshine was out there waiting for Ace to save her. Word had spread like wildfire as everyone anticipated what Ace would do to save her, or what was to become of the mothafuckas who had crossed the line.
"You worried about the wrong shit," Ace said as he shook the dice before blowing in his hand, and then releasing them. Ace along with everyone else watched as the colorful dice bounced off the wall and rolled around the ground before each one stopped on a number, reading 4-5-6. "Just drop my money on the ground," Ace demanded as he picked up the dice.
“Wayne, why don’t you shut the hell up,” Jay said joining the conversation.
Ace waved Jay off. "If what you’re about to say has nothing to do with the dice game, please shut the fuck up," Ace stated calmly.
"From the looks of things, you ain't worried." Wayne instigated, taking a swig from the personal bottle of Hennessey he was holding.
"Wayne, why don't you just shut the fuck up!?" Jay spat. For once, he was eager to enjoy his night with no type
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