"About ta' catch my flight right na'."August said over the phone.
"You sho' ya' doctor coverin' fa' you?"Lance asked him.
"Yeah. We discussed it."
"Ask him about his lawyer!"I shouted from the bathroom.
"What about cha' lawyer?"I heard Lance ask him.
"Meetin' up wit' him on Thursday. I should be back by then. Right?"
"Hell yeah."I spoke comin' out of the bathroom."If it's one thing I know 'bout Carter is that he works fast. His team is the shit."
"Good. I can't wait ta' set this nigga straight."August said.
"So you goin' fa' da' kill or jus' fuckin' around?"Lance questioned.
"I ain't decide yet. It's whateva' I feel like doin' at da' time. You got da' stuff?"
"Yeah. I got dis' crazy shit."Lance chuckled."I can't wait ta' see whatchu' gon' do."
"I can't wait eitha'. At first I wasn't even trippin' off it, but when I got my sentence, dat's when I knew he had ta' be dealt wit'. I'ca be away from my girl, my family, and my friends fa' seven years."He scoffed."His ass gon' pay big time."
"And we got your back."I fixed my glasses.
"'Preciate it. Jus' keep April outta da' way but in sight. We ain't got no room fa' slip ups."
"Yes masta'."Lance chuckled.
"Man get da' fuck off my line."August laughed.
"We'll be out to pick you up after you land. Hit us up."I told him.
"Aight."He nodded before hangin' up.
"Boy dat nigga crazy."Lance shook his head and tossed his phone.
"Yeah, but he's got a good reason to be."I sat on the bed.
"You got dat right."He pulled my arm so that I could lay on him."I'a got fa' da' kill."
"Mmm, but is that the right thing to do?"
"Whatcha' mean?"
"I mean with everything goin' on. His jail time is still pendin' you know."
"Yeah, but what good is Nick afta' he dead? He outchea' alone as far as we know-"
"As far as we know."I pointed out."You really think he out here-all the way out here-by hisself?"
"Shid, he dumb if he is. He couldn't have thought afta' he set Aug up dat he'd eva' get out and come lookin' fa' him. Especially not in no New York."
"You got a point."I sighed layin' my head on his chest. His arm rubbed down mine to calm my nerves."Can you tell?"
"Tell what? Dat you shook?"
I hesitantly nodded.
"Ain't nun' gon' happen ta' you Pookie, I promise."He kissed the top of my head.
"Lance!"I whined and smacked his chest."What'd I tell you about callin' me that B?"
"Why I can't call you dat?"He chuckled, amused with the fact that I still hated the nickname he gave me when I was 16. Annoyed with him I got up and headed for the bathroom again."Pookie! Pookie!"
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