Drea POV
It's been a couple days and lets be honest, I have been trying to track Jerome on his social media but he blocked me on everything. So I'm made a few fake accounts but now his shit on Instagram is private.
Then on top of it, Tommy is pressing me to make a decision on what to do with Sentilly. I honestly just wanna storm in and murk the nigga. But obviously that takes some planning.
I rolled my eyes getting out of bed.
I took a shower and got dressed. I flat ironed my hair.
I put on some lip gloss and put makeup over my eye.
I grabbed my phone and car keys and drove to the trap.
Doughboy hugged me.
"Glad to have you back B". He smiled.
"Glad to be back. I guess". I sighed.
I went inside.
"Yo meeting room". I yelled.
Everybody followed me to the meeting room.
"Alright so as y'all know we need to deal wit Sentilly. Y'all know what I'm on. I just wanna murk the nigga. But we need a plan. I'm talking bout dates, times, and places". I said.
"How bout six months from now. We train get our shooting up to par, get new gear, and more guns. I got a connect in New York who could hook us up". Doughboy planned.
"Alright. Good. Call your connect and we'll get shit poppin". I concluded the meeting.
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After the meeting I was bout to just go home but Doughboy and Youngin forced me to come hang wit them
"Y'all know this considered kidnapping?". I pouted in the back seat.
"Yeah but we did worse shit so who really gives a fuck what dis considered". Doughboy smirked.
Youngin busted out laughing.
I rolled my eyes.
We pulled up to the Regal Movie Theatre.
"There is nothing I wanna see". I tried to make this as complicated as possible.
"Man get cho ass out the car". Youngin pulled into a parking space.
I really ain't feel like doing this. I just wanted to curl up in my bed and watch Netflix.
I got out and folded my arms.
"Aww look at the lil baby pouting like we give a fuck". Youngin pinched my cheek.
I pushed him.
They started walking but I stood there.
"Bro come on and stop being stubborn". Doughboy turned around.
I folded my arms and leaned against the car.
They turned around I felt like I was finally getting my way.
Doughboy picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
"Put me down!". I yelled.
"Nah. You ain't wanna cooperate so now this is what you get". Youngin kept walking.
We made it to the ticket booth.
"What we gon see?". Youngin looked to Doughboy.
"Uh let's see Christopher Robbin". Doughboy said.
"Bet". Youngin agreed.
"What? Y'all know that's that Winnie da Pooh movie right?". I frowned.
"Yeah. But we ain't gon look soft watching it since we got chu". Youngin tapped the side of his forehead.
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Makin Moves
General Fiction(If you haven't read Makin It Through this book 2 so you gon be mad confused) It has been six years since Tommy been locked up. The judge has let him go on good behavior. Now that he's out he has to fulfill his role as top boss of the Kingpins. But...
