" still no word from P.K." Jay'monie turn her phone off and punched the dash board in.
"You know how Krig operate, when he gets the time or when he wanna be bother then he'll contact you until then sit tight bitch" I shook my head and got out the car hearing her scuffle out the car.
"BITCH ! OH I WONT NO BITCH WHEN U WAS TAPPIN THIS ASS THOUGH" she ran up to me "and that's how you going to treat me nigga, you listen to me pussy" I rolled my eyes slamming my house door in her face. Fuck she thought she was talking to, she could walk her mutt ass where the fuck she came from.
I pulled out my phone and pulled up P.K. number falling on the couch and picking up the last picture I had of Tamisha and I .
"My mans Rome, why am I honored to be of your service my mans" he voice was raspy as hell and he chuckled half heartdly.
"I need a favor P.K. and I never ask of a favor of you but from what I recall you owe me one but I need this only between you an I my friend"
"Your father was a good man Rome, I respected him, weither I owed you or not, I got your back, give me the name"
"Jay'monie speller" I said blunty.
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MidNight
Non-FictionTanisha Bloom was 22 years old worked as a interned pharmacist from 12PM to 8 PM and a stripper from 10:30PM to 4AM all while taking weekend college course for being a pharmacist. No children, a invested Bank & savings, A home [in her fiancé name] i...
