Present day ....
It's been three years since I been out and only seen shorty a few times since I been home. Today was my birthday and as grateful as I was to be free my ass wasn't happy at all. I haven't seen Khemi in almost 4 years. Once her pops pasted shorty went ghost one me. I wasn't mad because shit grief hit us all hard. I sent her letters and they never got returned so I know she read them. Shit even a year after I got released I wrote to her. Now here I was at a rented out club filled with bad bitches and all I could think about was Khemi.
I was here a few hours when her pretty ass walked in. I watched from afar as she smiled and vibes. Shorty was fuckin bad. She had on jeans and a crop top with some sneakers. Shit was fuckin fire as fuck.
"You not gonna speak to my sister?" Khaos asked.
"I am I'm let her get comfortable."
"Well hurry up because her ass is mean as fuck to everyone but you." Khaos said.
"Naw her ass mean as fuck to me too. I like that shit though." I said watching her. She was on her second drink when I walked into her eyesight. I walked in front of ole boy that was talking to her. We didn't say anything for a minute just stared at each other. I guess ole boy got the hint and left.
"Hey pretty mama." I said.
"Draco." She said shocked. She went to say something but put her head down. I grabbed her chin softly and made her look at me.
"Too damn beautiful to be looking down. You good lil mama." I said and she smiled.
"You look good free." She said.
"Yeah I feel good free. Come on have a drink with me." I said. She came and sat next to me. I poured her a drink. I put my arm around her shoulder.
"Come outside and smoke with me real quick." I said.
"Shit okay we can smoke in my car." She said. She got up to tell her brothers she was going outside and when they nodded she looked at them like they lost their mind. She came back over to me. We walked outside to her car and I ain't gonna like shorty shit was fire. She had a cherry red custom Wrangler. She got a button and her truck oped all the way. I helped her in the truck and stood next to her. She rolled up and so did I. Once we were done rolling we started smoking.
"I ain't mean to ghost you like I did. That shit was fucked up of me." She finally said.
"Naw you good lil mama. You held that shit down for me and I appreciate that. Shit you were grieving and I get that." I said.
"Still wasn't cool. We agreed on something and I pulled out last minute. You wrote me all those letters made me feel worse." She said.
"So you read my letters?" I asked.
"Yup and responded to them." She said pointing behind her and I saw some shoe boxes. I opened one up and it was sealed letters to the jail.
"Damn." I said.
"Yeah I went to send it off but I couldn't. I don't know why but I couldn't so last year I started going to therapy and I promised my therapist if I ever saw you I would give these to you." She shrugged. I moved till I was standing in between her legs. I ran my hands up her juicy thighs. I was mesmerized by how soft she was.
"I been wanting to touch you since your mean ass walked into that interrogation room." I said.
"I'm not mean." She laughed.
"You are but I like that shit. The way you demand respect that shit is sexy as fuck." I said hitting my blunt. She leaned back on one arm and smoked her blunt. The way she inhaled threw her juice lips had me going crazy I couldn't do shit but stare.
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