𝐊𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.

𝐓𝐞𝐧.

"And you can come get yo shit." I yelled at Israel through the FaceTime video call.

Niggas is funny, but I'm hilarious.

"Mane you always trippin, I sai-"

"I'm trippin?" I asked Israel cutting him off.

all this nigga gone do is lie, and to be honest ion wanna hear it.

Ion wanna hear no excuses, or reasons why people sending me pictures of him with a bitch.

"Broooo" he dragged

"I wasn't with her, on my kids I wasn't." He lied.

"SO BITCH YOU GONE SIT HERE AND LIE WHEN I GOT MULTIPLE PICTURES FROM MULTIPLE ANGLES OF YOU WITH THIS BITCH?" I yelled.

I was irritated, and disappointed that he was lying.

Like, bitch you sitting up here lying when I got proof.

"I wasn't with her bae." This frog face bitch lies again.

"Okay." I said before I hung up.

Ion got the energy to argue with him.

So imma just pull up to beat his ass, and find out who the bitch is.

They got me fucked all the way up.

I put on my slides and grabbed a jacket out my closet befor grabbing my keys and jogging down the stairs.

When I got to the bottom of the stair case Angelo was laying on the kitchen floor with a couch cushion on his back.

I walked over to his body, crouched down to his level and tried to wake him up.

"Gelo" I said as I tapped him.

"Bestieeee." I said as I shook his body.

This nigga didn't get up.

"Who is you?" a girl asked me.

I'm bout tired of bitches asking me who I am in my shit.

"Kulture karmani, who are you?" I asked her.

I already had a attitude plus I was irritated with Israel.

"Janai, why you here?" She asked with and stank face.

"This is my house, owned. Not rented. You can leave. The doors right there." I pointed to the door.

These bitches got me fucked up.

Imma have to tell the boys to let these hoes know.

Now I'm even more irritated.

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As I'm driving to Israel's house, I see him crossing the street.