Something About Milan: A Complicated Love Story by Dior London

Author:Dior, London [Dior, London]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Twisted Minds Publcations
Published: 2016-01-29T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Five

Wise

That slime-ball ass nigga, Keem, is lucky that he got up out of dodge before I got a chance to get at him. With the way I was feeling, I would have shot his ass up in the club and caught a murder charge. I couldn’t believe that he was plotting on a nigga. We was partners, getting money together. I had always been straight up with that cat. Some shit just wasn’t for me to figure out and I wasn’t about to sit up and cry over spilled milk.

After reading over those text messages, my whole mood was shot, however, Carter and Adonnis wasn’t ready yet. Carter called himself mingling with my people, trying to get a feel of everyone. So far, he has been on point, so I wasn’t complaining. I must have been losing my touch. It ain’t no way that I should have had so many snakes in my grass and ain’t seen them ma’fuckas slithering.

Carter finally came back to the table and tapped me on the shoulder, “Ayye bro, I’m ready to get up out of here. We gone get us a couple of rooms. Adonnis done found him one of these hoes, and I just want to chill out. I know you and Milan want y’all privacy.”

I nodded knowingly, “In other words, y’all niggas got a couple of freaks on deck and y’all trying to cut something.”

Carter chuckled. “Nah, I ain’t thinking about these hoes. Adonnis can do what he do, then send the broad on her way. We still got to meet up with that fuck boy in a few hours. Oh, let me stop talking about yo’ help.” Carter thought that shit was so funny. He always thought that he knew it all. I hated that most of the time he was right.

“Fuck you!” I shot, giving him the middle finger. “On my life, I bet you I handle his weak ass.”

“I bet you do. I never said you was a soft nigga, that ain’t in our D.N.A. You just need to take yo’ blinders off, lil’ bro. This a fucked up world we live in, so you need to be on yo’ shit.”

I nodded, agreeing with him as I threw back my shot of Ciroc. Then I stood to leave. Before exiting, I said my goodbyes to my crew, then made my way out the door.

We all piled up in my truck and I dropped them off to my other car, then headed to Milan’s crib to chill with her until it was time to meet up with Keem. He was in for some shit. I wasn’t about to let him get off too easy. I was going to torture his punk ass.

I chose to ride in silence. I had so much shit on my mind that I almost didn’t hear my phone ringing. I pulled it out and answered without looking at the screen.

“Wise, I need to talk to you.” Sasha’s voice sang into the phone, causing me to get an instant attitude.

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