Author Notes: Sooo I know I haven't updated in a couple of days. I'm sorry.

Just to let you know, this book m

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"Really Armon??". I know this fool just didn't ate my chicken tender.

He always taking my food like he stupid or something.

He had his own food, which was a Big Mac, small fries, and a lemonade slushie.

I wasn't even in the mood for any type of bullshit right now. I already had shit going on.

I just ignored him and continued to pack my clothes.

Well the rest of it that was left. I already had everything in the moving truck.

The only thing that was left, was a couple more of my clothes.

After I was done packing everything, I grabbed my phone and Armon picked up the box.

I turned off the lights upstairs, then trailed behind him while he walked downstairs.

I took all my food out the fridge and I had all my forks, plates, spoons, bowls, and all my other stuff.

I wasn't leaving a damn thing in this house. If I bought it, it coming with me.

That's as simple as it's going to get.

I rubbed my temple and closed my eyes. I was starting to get a bad headache.

Before we left, I had took two pain reliever pills.

Armon and I had drove in our seperate cars. The moving trucks were trailing behind me, while I was trailing behind Armon.

We finally had arrived at his gate.

I wasn't feeling good at all. After a couple seconds the gate had opened and we all drove between it.

That's when I had remembered how I fucked up his house.

I should just text him what I did, so the movers won't know. To be honest, I don't even feel like arguing with Armon.

I finally decided to just send his ass a text message.

Me: Sooo remember how you made me got fired, I accidentally trashed your room and spray painted your cars and slashed your tires and stuff.... I only fucked up two of your cars or what ever... I'm sorry😌

After I had sent him that message I had gotten out of my car. I walked up the steps to the house.

Then I had putted in the code and unlocked the door with the key.

I opened the door and the cold air instantly had hit me.

I breathed in and rubbed up and down my arms, feeling the goosebumps appear.

The movers had all my boxes in here and they were stacked up on top of each other.

Armon still hadn't came in the house yet.

That was weird to me. He probably is on his phone talking to someone.

If I was his, I wouldn't even be mad to be honest. He should have never gotten me fired from my job.

My phone notified me that I had a message.

I checked it and it was my mother. She had wanted to know if I'm already settled into Armon's house.

I replied back with a simple yes and started to open the boxes.

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Before I could read Myra's message my phone started to ring.

It was that Russian nigga. I answered it on the second ring.

"100 pounds of that black is being shipped over to you right now. I'll come and pick up the money tomorrow... I trust you"

"Ight, I also have the money ready for you"

"Okay, have a good day"

"Like wise" after I said that, I hung up the phone.

This is why I love doing business with this nigga. He straight forward with shit, and don't waste no fucking time.

I rubbed my goatee, he kind of remind me of an older version of myself.

I clicked back on Myra's message. I wonder why her crazy ass texting me. She could've just come up to me or something.

I read her message, then I read it three more times.

I just laughed at it. I swear this girl gone make me kill her ass. All she do is test me.

I walked into the house and she was bend over trying to open a box.

I licked my lips and thought to myself, "I didn't had no pussy in a lil minute". I know she not gone give shit up no time soon.

I hate to say it but, I'll have to go back to watching porn and using up all the lotion.

I chuckled.

I guess I was chuckling a little too loud because she had looked back then stood up.

"Instead of looking, you need to be helping me put up my shit nigga"

"Nah, you got it lil ma.... And clean up my fucking room before you start to put yo shit up in there"

"I'm not about to clean it up"

"Oh you not huh?"

"Nope"

I nodded my head at her then I dialed my clean up crew. I guess they gone have to clean up this bullshit.

I looked over at Myra while she took stuff out of her boxes.

Then I smiled to myself.

Since she did that bullshit, I'm about to make her life a living hell living with me.

I walked outside and opened my garage, then walked inside it.

I inspected all of my cars, then founded the two cars her stupid ass had fucked up.

It gone take a couple thousands to get that shit fixed. I called up my cousin so he could fix it.

My cousin the only nigga I trust with all my cars.

After I got done talking to him, he said he gone pick them up tomorrow and that they should be ready in two days.

But I got some for Myra ass. I'll get her back later though.

I closed and locked up my garage, then I hopped into my car and drove up to the gate.

I got some shit I had needed to handle ASAP.

In no time the gates opened and I pulled off and drove through the busy city of New York.