Love, Kentrell.

Nineteen.

"I got good dick she say I'm toxic. Should've never fucked, now that I fucked she think I'm toxic." I rapped to him.

He smiled, snapping pictures as I hid my face.

"That nigga ain't stopped smiling since he got here. Say KK, you gave my brudda some pussy?" Joe laughed in the background as Kentrell rolled his eyes, still smiling.

I laughed as my part came on.

"Yelling out 'I need, I need, yo love.' Yelling out 'I need, I need, yo love.'" I grinned, singing into the phone.

"I need, I need yo love." He repeated, showing his grills.

"I gotta go. Love you pooh, I'm finna go back to Dream house." I told him, seeing Jayda and Ari walk back to the car.

"I love you too KK." He blew me a kiss as I hung up.

"Damn the line was short as shit." Jayda said climbing in the backseat.

"For the very first time ever." Ari said, passing Jayda the bags of food.

"Had to be, y'all came back quick as hell. I barely talked to my pooh." I pouted as I pulled out of the parking spot.

"Nobody told your in love ass you had to hang up." Jayda thumped the back of my head.

"Don't piss me off hoe." I laughed, drinking my lemonade.

Pulling up to Dream house, I got out the car closing the door.

"Karin you didn't even grab nothing." Ari yelled from the car.

"Yes I did hoe." I laughed, putting my drink in the air showing her.

See Dream front door opened, with the glass busted, I stopped in my tracks.

"Jayda get my gun." I told her, becoming scared.

"What happened?" She walked up to me, passing it to me.

"Oh my god!" Ari yelled.

I shushed her, and opened the front door, holding my gun up.

I took it off safety, seeing the glass on the floor, and her vase knocked over.

"Dream?" I called out, as Jayda and Ari were behind me.

I walked in to the living room, seeing a fucking mess.

"Oh my fucking god." Jayda whispered, not seeing Dream.

"Dream where the fuck you at?" I yelled, searching the house.

"Dream!" I yelled again.

"She's not fucking here." I began to cry.

"Look." Ari cried out, pointing to a puddle of blood on the floor.

I pulled out my phone, FaceTiming Kentrell.

As tears streamed down my face, he answered and frowned his face up.

"Say, KK what you crying for." He immediately stood up.

"Somebody got Dream!" I cried, flipping the camera to show him the mess and blood on the floor.

"We on the way." Kentrell said tucking his gun on his waist.

"Say, KD, they got yo girl. Let's go." He walked out his studio.

"Fuck you mean they got Dream? What the fuck?" KD questioned.

"Ion know yet, KK just called me. Say! Let's go." He yelled up the stairs, as him and the gang loaded in the sprinter.