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The Get Back | 9

I shrugged my shoulders and twisted my lips up, "So? Fuck that gotta do with me?  I asked as I grabbed my papers in my hand. "You just busted my fucking headlight out and now I feel like you tryna say my car is stolen"

"Well, I lied about the headlight", he flatly replied as he rubbed his chin with his free hand. "But tell me this, what you know about that shooting that happened at the Tunnel"

My natural smirk crept upon my lips as I leaned my driver seat back and tossed my papers in the backseat. I rubbed my chin hair as DT Moore eyes stared deeply into mine, as if he was trying to read my mind or some shit.

"I don't know nun bout no shooting at the tunnel" I calmly spoke as I folded my hands across my stomach. "but you think I know cause you know how my squad do"

Moore nodded slowly as he flicked his ashes into my car. This nigga is really pushing it. I put that on my mom's I wanna kill him right now. I'd be doin myself a favor, but murder wrap for killing an officer don't look to promising.

"Tell me what you know or yo ass is going to jail tonight for driving while under the influence. You think I can't tell that your black ass is fucked up. Speak Eric" he spat as he put out his cigar.

I sighed as I lifted my seat up and slowly looked up at his black ass. He makes me so sick.

"I really don't know I wasn't there" I lied. "I just know that niggas got into it bout some bitch"

He squinted his eyes as he pressed his lips together. I glared at him as I curled my top lip into a snarl.

"Alright Wright" he replied as he started walking towards his car and getting in.

I shook my head in disgust. Now I gotta go get this shit fixed off the accounts of his dusty ass. I thought cops were supposed to be good. HA, all them niggas aint shit.

Fuck the police.

I put my car in drive as I heard DT Moore pull up to my window. He grinned sneakily as he leaned over to yell through the passenger window to me.

"Make sure you get that head light fixed Wright", he laughed as he sped off into the night.

"Bitch made ass nigga", I mumbled as I slowly pulled off towards Monae block.

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| Monae's crib |

After finally parking in her parking garage and letting myself into the warm building. I took the stairwell up three flights to her crib. This was totally different from what I was living in.

Clean floors, bright lights and a fresh smell of pine sol lingered throughout the long, spacious hallway.  I finally reached 3F and pressed the small black button followed by the sound of a small ding.

I shuffled my feet as I placed my hand in my pockets, waiting for her to open the door. I hope she still up after I wasted my time with that bitch ass rent-a-cop. I heard two clicks and the door open.

My eyes gleamed as I eyed Monae up and down. She had on a black lace bra that sat her titties up nice and G-string thong matching set. I eyed her once again and noticed that she had a little diamond belly ring and a heart tattoo that rested on her hip bone.

This girl body was out of this fucking world. A nigga glad he made this trip. For real

Her hair was in spiral curls and I smelled her fragrance that was sexily intoxicating to me. Damn, I thought to myself as she moved aside allowing me in her crib.

The house was lit with candles that danced across the ceiling and Janet Jackson "Anytime Any Place" played softly in the background. I heard the door close, followed by her rubbing her soft, small hands down the front of my jacket, unzipping it.