He smirked, as we continued to drive. “It’s clear he cares a lot about you… nigga got all these IG’s making sure I bring yo ass home.” If he only knew that he was the reason that the restaurant had to be evacuated. We remained quiet as we entered Brooklyn, and we bent the blocks. “I’m going to kill him,” I whispered as we passed a block, and Brooklyn Reapers peeled the corner, mixing in with the Gods. You would have thought I was the first lady with the way they surrounded the car.
