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They all turn towards the living room, I just stood there.
I didn't even realize when the bitch was trying to get up.
She flies up and...
POW!
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
I wince as I grab my shoulder, the others came running from the living room.
Dah fucking bitch yah!
"Shadz!" Sasha and Gio both run over to me, Spragga and the others over to the likkle psyche holding the gun.
"Cho bomboclaat!" Giovanni shouts. "Ayye gyal, yuh betta start count yuh bomboclaat hours!" He points at her.
"Yuh good?" He asks me, I nod.
"Fawud, me a bring yuh uppa Aunty." I was a bit hesitant, as I really don't want to be in the same vehicle as him, but I eventually nodded.
"Spragga bring har dung a your part, ago dealid har when me fawud back." Gio says, Spragga nods.
A me, or he looks finer than he was.
It's not you.
"Please nuhh do nuhn stupid...like die." Sasha hug me, I wince.
"I won't." I smile.
When we reach outside, Gio stops.
"Come yasso." He says, taking off his shirt. Ouuuuu.
I stand before him and he uses his shirt to stop my bleeding, by tying it around my shoulder.
"Shitttt—thanks." This shit's hotter than a motherfucker.
"Sure yuh good? No feel like nuhn wrong innah yuh stomach?" Yes, me want yuh in dehh.
Excuse.
I know he's referring to the baby, but I feel just fine. Other from the pain that I'm feeling in my shoulder.
"No." I answer, he nods.
"Sure?" I tell him no again, he looks at me fir a split second, then nod.
"Come on." We both walk to the vehicle. One thing, him ago drive him Mark X. Real.
He opens the passenger door for me to go in, and I went in without saying thanks, because that's when reality hits me.
And me? I started once he enters the vehicle.
"Gimmih one good reason why no nuhh fih run this fuck ova gully! Suppose yuh gyal did kill mih or mih rass baby, pussy-ole!?"
"Yuh pregnant, dat a dih one good reason. And annuh me gyal, bredda. And that's why me ago dealid wit' har. Me sorry fih all a diss, bredda. Yuhzimih? Me neva know say yuh did go fawud, else mih wouldn't bring har. Matta a fact, a she take up har self and fawud, nobody neva invite har noweh." He glances at me, then back at the road as he speaks.
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