Run

Just being nice...

Briana laughed a bit. "Calm down Tahari, that's his lifestyle, you just need you a blunt to ease your mind. Trust me you'll be okay here, just chill.", Briana said.

Is this girl serious?

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Are you serious Bri? You don't know these guys from a can of paint to think that we'll be okay here.", I whispered in a slight yell.

Briana rolled on to her back and began laughing loud in pure annoyance. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Briana it's not funny at all. I came over here with you so you could chill with that guy but you're not even taking my feelings into consideration, I'm serious, I want to leave.", I whispered.

Briana calmed down her laughter. "Okay, okay I'm sorry. If you're that afraid of being here then why don't you go ask Devin to drop us off at home?", Briana spoke.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why don't you ask him Bri, you're closer to him than I am", I said in response.

She chuckled. "You're right.", she said as she rolled back over. Lifting herself up once again with her elbows, she spoke. "I'm sore.", she said softly.

Truth be told I was utterly disappointed in her for letting this random guy have her body. Right now I don't really know who Briana is. She's been a complete stranger the moment we've gotten into Devin's car. A different person from the Briana Taylor I know and the fact that she could care less about my feelings, laughing and carrying on like it's a joke. I can't believe her right now, I really can't. Briana slowly got out of bed and the whole time I've been in here, I didn't  take notice that she didn't have her shorts or panties on due to the fact that her lower half was wrapped in some dingy white semi wet sheets. I scoffed before I quickly turned my head. Briana chuckled as she bent down to pick up her panties, practically mooning me but I let my eyes roam elsewhere. I noticed a golden wrapper on the floor, a Trojan Magnum condom wrapper. Once again, I shook my head in disappointment until the door flung open. It was Devin. "We about to head out, let's go.", he said standing in the doorway.

I stood from my seat as Briana pulled her shorts up and buttoned them. Without saying a word, Devin walked out of the bedroom. Briana and I followed behind him.

We walked into the living room to see Sina sitting on the couch loading the clip of his gun that set upon the coffee table. I furrowed my eyes due to the rubber gloves he had on out of confusion until it hit me, he didn't want his prints on the bullets. After a split second, Sina put the clip into the gun and placed it into the frontal of his pants."Aight, let's head out.", Sina said as he opened the door waiting for the three of us to walk out.

Following behind Devin, we walked out and down the stairs of the porch as Sina closed and locked the front door. "We headin out with my yungin.", Devin said to Bri and I.

Sina walked along the walkway as Devin, Bri and I followed behind him until we made it to his red 1980 Chevy Caprice. He got in as Devin got in on the passenger's side. Briana and I got in the backseat. He put the key into the ignition and started the car, he then put the gearshift on R and gazed through the rear view mirror as he reversed out of his driveway. He put the gearshift into drive and sped off. As he was driving he spoke. "Where y'all goin?", Sina asked keeping his attention on the road.

I gazed at the time on my phone.

3:20 pm...

"Could you just drop us off at my house?", I asked softly.

"Address?", he questioned in a blunt like tone.

I fiddled with my fingers."3721 Bourbon Street.", I answered softly.

Without saying a word he continued to drive until his cell chimed through his pocket I believe. He sighed before answering and putting the cell to his ear. "What's good nigga?", Sina spoke into his cell. "Yeah, I got the 8-ball but check this out, I'm about to go handle some shit, I'll hit you up when you can get it, aight?", Sina said to the person on the other line. "Aight nigga.", Sina said right before he set his phone down on his lap.