Chapter 7 ◇ Out-Old; In-New

                                    

                                          
"Call Diana and Chris. Those are the only two I know that are somewhat close to Paris." I told Alex. She picked up her phone and dialed Chris.
                          
"Chris... It's Alex."
                          
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"I know you failed before, but I want you to try and get Paris."
                          
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"She got back with August and Cayla wants him back. Plus it's about time I get back at Paris after taking Toronto from me... She'll get what her ass deserves."
                          
•Chris•
                          
My heart raced in anger. This was my chance! I could finally win my girl back and not even have to do barely any work! This shit will be a price of cake.
                          
"You know I'll do it Lex... Meet me at the trap in 30. Don't be late." I said before hanging up.
                          
Cayla...
                          
That trifling ass bitch. If she thinks I'm really going to work with her she's got another thing coming.
                          
•Marcus•
                          
"I want her more than anything boss... I miss her a lot." I looked at the floor.
                          
"BITCH! YOU AINT GOT TIME FA' FEELIN'S! GET A GRIP BEFO' I KICK YA' ASS AOUT!" Rhianna scoffed.
                          
"Alright... What do I do." I asked her. 
                          
Her and Paris's husband, August, go way back, and he owed her almost $2 Mill worth of stock he bought from ha'.
                          
"We going to Caleh. Go get the passports from Melesha. She coming with us, then she heading back to the UK for a tour. Getcha' lazy ass up and get to it." She clapped her hands.
                          
I got up and made my way to the back of the trap to go talk to Lesha, AKA Lady Leshurr. Yeah, she's a rapper and makes legal money, but she also works for Rhianna, which just so happens to be her best friend. I went into her room and watched her strip out of her clothes, not realizing I was there.
                          
"Lesh." I said calmly, even though Jr. was getting excited as hell.
                          
"Shit Marc! Don't sneak up on a nigga like that!" She covered her half naked body with a nearby blanket.
                          
"Sorry... I just came to tell you that the plans in motion, and we need some passports to get to California." I stuck my hand in my pockets and felt my hard member, which was fully erected, but I couldn't let Lesha see it.
                          
"Alright. Let me pack and stuff and I'll- actually, I'll give you the passcode to the safe and you can go get them." She said with a devilish grin.
                          
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no. You know how Rhianna is about her precious safe... Only you and her are aloud to go in there. I ain't tryna hear any mouth from her!" I whisper shouted.
                          
"Pleeeeasssee?" She whined. Lesha suddenly grabbed my dick, making me want to just fuck her then and there, but I behaved.
                          
"L-Lesha..." I trailed off.
                          
"I know you want me too Marcus..." She pulled down the top of my pants and underwear, where Jr. stuck straight out. I didn't say anything, and silently pushed her back onto her king-sized bed. She looked up at me with lust-filled eyes.