looked down at my boots and went to leap over on his ass again. “He got fucking blood on my fresh timbs… I’m ‘bout to real—” “Chill the fuck out… We out before this nigga get his pussy ass friends and we gotta stomp they asses out because we not strapped.” “Well, considering you already done broke laws being here, you should have just brought your gun,” Zoya replied, leaned on the sink next to Capri. “Aye, Ms. Lawyer… chill it out with that smart ass mouth.” She blushed and looked in the opposite direction.
