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Kentrell
" Damn . " I mumbled to myself declining Chelsea's call for like the hundredth time within the past five minutes if that .
I knew she was probably still laid up at my house worried to death but I had some shit I had to take care of . Not only for my sake but for hers as well .
" You ain't tell ha' ? " Beenie asked as he rolled up noticing me constantly declining the calls .
" Hell nah . Just told ha' I had to go handle some shit . " I shrugged my shoulders deciding to just cut my phone off .
Beenie chuckled . " She gone beatcho' ass . "
I smacked my lips waving him off . " Ha' short ass ain't gone do shit . "
Beenie's phone lit up indicating he had a text . Once he checked it he grabbed the duffle bag from out the back seat . "
Grabbing my 9mm out the glove department I placed it under my waistband .
" Say , don't give him shit until I do what I gotta do . Aight ? " I told Beenie .
" Fasho . " Beenie nodded and we both got out the car before heading to the field behind this abandoned building .
Right there in the field stood Malik , Fredo , and Ty , the same bitch ass niggas that had Chelsea afraid in the parking lot .
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Fredo hit his blunt watching us sternly before his eyes shifted over to the duffle bag full of money in Beenie's hand . Little did these niggas the same money we came with was the same money we was leaving with .
" Well well well , " a smirk escaped Ty's lips . " I see you niggas smart . For a minute I thought y'all wasn't gonna show up with my shit . "
