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𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺 15, 2023. 4:22𝘱𝘮
𝖎𝖓𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋.

She had barely talked. Neither did I but, what was I supposed to say? I had only the watered down version of the story to tell her. Don't blame my business for being so heavily guarded... unwillingly.

It was the next morning, the intruding impale of the sun shining through the open window. The curtain was back open. My first instinct was to forget about the pounding pain in my lower back from sleeping on the sofa and to shut it.

"Good mornin' to you, too. Or should I say..."

Thea trails off to check the time on her phone. She didn't look like a 'Thea' to me. A name like that contradicted how she acted entirely — harsh sounding on the lips but every action that precedes is soft and calculated.

"...afternoon. 'Cah it's four in the afternoon," she reiterates just to make sure that it's gotten in my head that I'm up way too late for her liking.

"Christ. How many of these ground rules are you gonna make up?" I mumble to myself before walking over to her kitchen, flicking the 'on' button on the kettle.

"You don't like it, you can always leave," she emphasises. Her eyes were daggers and she was armed to pierce them into my skin with the look she sent my way.

I avoid the question entirely, taking up a conquest for a coffee cup through the cupboards instead. As I open and close to no avail, my ears prick up to a light scraping across the counter. I look to my left and to my surprise, what I was searching for got handed to me.

It was painted black too. Almost like she knew me.

I purse my lips up and nod awkwardly as a thankyou, grabbing the coffee container.

My crafting of the drink is interrupted, as there is a rapid knock on the door. First instinct was to duck to the ground, which Thea took blatant annoyance in.

"Are you bein' serious?" She asks at me. "Shh, just- go answer the door!" I whisper pathetically. Although she rolls her eyes, she still listens. Her bare feet pad against the tiles, then onto the ceramic flooring as she went to see who was there.

"And who are you?"

"Look, princess, I ain't got time for all that. Is he in here or not?"

Oh, thank fucking God.

I sigh dramatically out of relief as I get up off the ground. My right hand being stood at the doorway, Roms, gave me the kind of hope that I had been searching for these two days.

I hastily walk over to him, dapping him up and pulling him in for a long needed hug. There was this weird sense of familiarity that came over me; something that I knew and could acknowledge comfortably was now around me. Having that stripped from you only makes you appreciate it.

"Got you some clothes and shit. Them garms stink bruv," he jokingly insults. In response I playfully punch his arm. He invites himself into the flat only making me turn to look at Thea's face.

Pissed off. Understandably.

I knew there would come a time where I would have to explain what's going on here but, there was also a very stubborn side of me that was focused on protecting myself. Full blown protection meant confidentiality. She didn't need to know shit.

"Ay, is gyallie gonna be in the room this whole time?" Roms mutters at me, leaning in close and gritting his teeth. I knew I wasn't crazy for thinking the way I was — he was on a similar page to me.

I turn to her, already wanting to turn back. Her face read pure agitation; the kind of face no man wanted to see. Aside from that, I was bound to make her pull this face more than once. So, I might aswell get used to it.

Ignoring the furrowed eyebrows, the jutted bottom lip and those fiery brown eyes, I very very very politely ask her,

"Thea... you don't mind goin' to your room, do you?"

What I said didn't register for a moment or two. Then, her eyebrows raised and the fiery look went. To one of blank, shock. It didn't last long before she spoke back to me.

"Are you fuckin' jokin' me?"

"Chill, man. Me and my boy are just havin' a conversation. Shouldn't take longer than five minutes, then he's fuckin' off. I promise," I assure her, perfecting my tone so I don't get her any angrier.

She pauses, raising her right brow up in suspicion, and most likely irritation. Rolling her eyes, she grabs her phone and walks out the living room, slowly opening her bedroom door.

Once she leaves, I let out a little sigh of relief before turning back to Roms. The flesh of his cheek was caught between the rows of his teeth, suppressing his laughter.

"Good luck dealin' with that til' Wednesday," he comments with a snarky tone as he sits down on the couch. I scrunch my face up at him.

"'Scuse me? Did you just say Wednesday?"

He appears completely unbothered by how bothered I was, shrugging his shoulders as he rests his forearms on his knees.

"Bruv, you need to lay low. Pelu knows you're up and at 'em with no precautions put in place, you're dying almost instantly. You do know that innit? Picking this place was a smart move; completely different ends... discreet place, quiet place. Gotta utilise it."

I scoff, running my inked hand over my face. Pelu was crazy and because he was so crazy, he was also mad dangerous. The textbook definition of debauchery should be rewritten with the word 'murder' alongside it when you referred to Pelu. That man x'd people off for vibes. Give him a reason to kill... you might aswell have told him he's won the lottery.

"I don't need to be in the house of some random, I need to be gettin' my lick back. Helpin' you, gettin' this money," I practically shout at him.

"And what good is that money when you've got some lifeless hands holding it? Huh?" He counters. Realising how loud he's being, he brushes past me to take a good glance at the closed door Thea had walked into.

He turns to me again, "listen it's only 'til Wednesday. Once we've got more straps and more soldiers, you can go home. Think of it as... a likkle vacation or suttin."

"A vacation?" I repeat. The pain in my back has become increasingly worse, knocking harshly against my skin the more stressed I became. This whole week has now completely thrown me off balance — something I should've been prepared for long ago, a war, has now knocked me back to square one. Like a shotta, who was completely new to the game.

"Yeah, man. With some," he pauses to look in the direction of Thea's room again, "beautiful likkle room service and shit."

"You're disgustin'," I retort, screwing my face up until I looked like a prune or something. "I'm just sayin'... she's leng. You should make this stay more worthwhile and shit, you get me?"

That, in turn, kinda made me sick. I didn't even know this girl yet I felt like defending her. She wasn't some cyattie that I was paying for sex, if anything I was acting like the common whore inviting myself in her house. Romy's comment was enough to make me stand up and kick him out. All my man had brought me today was some bad news.

"And on that note..." I trail off to walk to the front door, opening it slowly. He stands idle for a second — his body had gone into shock.

"What? So it's like that, yeah?"

"Yeah it is."

"Rah. Aight 'den," he shrugs and makes his way out but not without dapping me up, "in a bit, yeah?"

"I'll catch when I catch you. Be easy, g," I tell him before closing the door behind me.

Fucking Wednesday.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐒𝐊𝐈 .
IM BACK and cench has
been doing it for me TO
BE FAIR. like his chicken
shop date omg i love that
man so so much. so i'm
doubly updating for you lot
bc you deserve it and shit
since i've been slacking. but
it's only since these are the
first few chapters and this
story does start off slow.
things do pick up eventually
tho!! trust me

tysm for the
love on this
book so far!!
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