Walking around this damn store trying to find out where the baby milk was I was close to losing my mind.
I walked around in a circle like damn near ten times. Going slower back around again I spotted the milk in the spot I looked at over and over.
Groaning I picked up some milk forgetting what kind baby Jayc'i used.
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Me: Aye nigga send me a picture of the milk Jayc'i use.
I stood here confused waiting on Shooter ass to text back.
"You need some help." I heard from beside me.
I chuckled. "I'm good shawty just forgot which milk my baby uses."
"Enfamil is great." she said laughing.
"Enfamil." I mumbled.
I glanced seeing the premium now remembering that, that was it. I grabbed four.
"Preciate it." I told girly leaving up the aisle.
"Um I was actually thinking if I could have your number. If that's okay."
I tucked my lips in slowly turning to her. "I'm actually married sweetheart."
She smiled. "Can't have friends.."
I frowned a little. I thought only us niggas said that.
"Naaaaw my wife is really crazy. Have a nice day."
Heading to the line I cashed out before my phone rung. It was the picture from Shooter.
Me: Fuck you.
Hurrying I headed back to the house.
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"Michael and Jaycean back and stronger than ever."
I rolled my eyes hard watching this one house.
"Michael if you say that shit one more time imma just shoot you in yo teeth." I shrugged.
"I'm saying though, love always wins in the end."
"Boy shut the fuck up."
"I wonder what Carter would think about this."
I automatically looked down at my ring taking it off putting it in the glove compartment.
"Get out." I spoke stepping out myself.
Pulling my mask over my face I pulled out my gun as we approached this boy that had just came out the house.
"Where you going homie." Michael asked as I stood behind him.
Freezing the boy held out his hands. "What the fuck man hold on."
"We need some information."
"Wha-what kind of information."
