CHAPTER SIXWhen Te’Qui pulled up in front of T.J.’s house they dapped one another up and pledged to link up again for another lick. T.J. hopped out of the car and slung the strap of the duffle bag over his shoulder. He looked around at his surroundings as he made his way inside of his yard. As he fished around in his pocket for his keys, he could still feel Te’Qui’s presence. Seeing that he was still idling at the curb, he figured he was making sure he was getting in the house safely before he pulled off.
Once T.J. made his way inside of the house, he poked his head outside of the door and waved goodbye to Te’Qui. Te’Qui honked the horn and drove off. As soon as his ass was gone, T.J. retrieved his .357 Magnum revolver with the tape around its handle from underneath his mattress and threw
