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𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐀𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐒, 𝟏𝟗

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WAREHOUSE📍

after dropping them off, i go to ma warehouse.

i meet Dlow and ry.

these niggas been riding with me from da start.

i started this business when i was 16, moving drugs and shit. i was only making a few thousands.

i'm making millions na. i have a penthouse that looks down at the city.

My sister is the only one that knows about the shipments, she don know how much money i make tho.

i dab dlow and ry up, they was arguing about some stupid shit.

"all im saying you the last one who could've had my leftovers" dlow rolls his eyes "really ry?".

i chuckle and they snap their neck to look at me, i raise my hands up in defense.

"ma bad." they turn their heads and continue bickering.

my phone lights up, i pick it up to see who's calling.

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"hello?"

"is-isaiah.."

my heart drops.

"kay? whats wrong??"

"please pick me up.."

"what the fuck happened"

ry looks over to me and i shoo him away

my heart picks up as i hear him sob on the other line.

"p-please."

"fuck fuck fuck."

"im coming."

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i hang up the phone quickly, walking over to them

"ill be right back" they nod as i run out the gate, jumping in to my rolls royce sweptail.

i drive until i see a stoplight.

which was long as hell by the way.

i tap my finger on the steering wheel waiting for the light to fucking go.

"come on..." i grunt , finally the light turns green

I whip the corner only to see him there siting on the very end.

"get in."

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he jumps in the car and wipes his face

"what happened to you" i ask him slightly stroking his face

he mutters something softly

"what?" i tilt my head, "i said did you fucking know!?" he yells

my eyes widen at the fact he's yelling at me.

"lower your tone, the fuck are you talking about?" i lift his head up

"did you know kyah was cheating on

me?"

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OOP..THOUGHTS??