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Breeze was nervous as she followed Primo into the kitchen. She put her black Gucci sneakers on and grabbed her matching jacket from the hook near the door.
“I forgot to give you your surprise,” Primo said as he reached into his front pocket.
Breeze watched as he opened the ring box.
“Is this an engagement ring?”
“Not really. If I believed in marriage I’d marry you, but all that shit is overrated. If you wanna call it a wedding ring you can. I want you to wear it so all these niggas know you off limits.”
Breeze smiled as he slipped the ring onto her finger. The white gold was covered with the clearest, brightest diamonds she’d ever seen with a huge diamond in the center.
Primo being locked up would be a hard pill to swallow but Breeze would do it. She’d be his rock.