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“Where the hell is Breeze?” Lauren asked.
Dior, Brian and Nya had been waiting on the front porch when she’d gotten home from work.
“Uhh, out wit’ somebody,” Dior mumbled.
“Wit’ who?” Lauren demanded.
“Ummm, she didn’t say,” Dior lied.
“Imma fuck her up,” Lauren said as she unlocked the front door.
Dior and Brian left before Lauren could ask any more questions. Dior didn’t want to get herself or her friend into any more trouble.
“That girl done lost her mind,” Dior said as they headed back to her place.
Brian didn’t say anything because he knew that Dior wouldn’t like what he had to say. He never had liked Breeze all that much and her playing his cousin didn’t make him like her any more.
Primo had a reputation for using young girls up then disposing of them like trash. In his opinion, that would be exactly what Breeze deserved.