Cold

Chapter 5.

Nariah POV

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We were almost at my house, and I just found out that Jaxon is a very cool man. He is funny too.

I focused my attention back to the road and saw that we had turned down my steet.

"My crib is right there with the black gates around it, "I stated. I saw his eyes went wide as I looked in the rearview mirrors.

"Damnnnn, you got stacks," He said "Huh?" He asked making me chuckle.

"I guess you can say that," I said as he pulled into my yard. "You can come in if you like," I said as I got out the car. He nodded and walked behind me.

I unlocked the door and walked in with him following right behind me. I closed the door and locked it back.

"Help yourself to the fridge. I'm finna go pack." I said as I ran upstairs. I went into my weapon room first. I got me a bag and threw some of my guns and machetes in it.

Then I walked to my room and grabbed me a suitcase. I packed me many bras and panties. Then I started grabbing my clothes. I looked around and made sure that I had everything I wanted before walking downstairs with my bags.

I seen Jax sitting down on the couch with a beer in his hand watching the game. s**t, I forgot that it was coming on tonight.

"Damn, I forgot it was coming on," I said as I looked at the game.

"You watch football?" He asked looking at me shocked.

"Do I?" I asked. "Hell yea. That's my fav sport." I said. He stared at me still looking shocked before nodding.

"Well, let us go. We can catch the rest of it at Cold's house." He said as he grabbed some of my bags and I nodded.

I went toward my garage with the rest of my bags.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"To my garage," I said and he followed. I walked in my garage and cut the light on.

"s**t," He muttered as he looked at my cars. "Damn G, you are paid," He said. I smiled and went to my white Escalade. I let the trunk up and told him to put the bags in there while I put my bags in the backseat.

"Well, I'll follow you to his house," I said as I got in. He looked a lil skeptical, but he still nodded.

I let up my garage. He walked out and went to his car while I backed up out of the garage. Then I closed the garage back and followed Jax as he pulled off.

I looked and seen my aux cord plugged up to the radio. I hooked it up with my phone and played Kevin Gates - Really Really.

I was nodding my head to the music as I exited off of the interstate behind Jaxon. Damn, where the f**k this nigga house at? We have been driving for an hour and some minutes.

My phone started ringing and it was Lacee. I answered it with the button on my steering wheel.

"Yoo," I answered.

"Wya, b***h?" She asked.

"I'm heading to the eastside," I said as I looked out the window.

"b***h, why you over there?" She asked. I swear this hoe nosey.

"I'm handling s**t. I'ma be up here for a minute, but I'll call you back." I said as I followed Jax and turned into a driveway.

Man, this nigga house huge af. It looked like a damn mansion. I followed Jax and pulled to the front door. I got out along with him.

I opened my trunk, so Jax could get the bags out while I got the ones on the backseat out. I closed the door with my hip as I carried my bags in the house.

I saw Cold walk down the steps. He looked at me and grabbed my bags and went back upstairs as I followed behind him.

"What you got in here?" He asked. "This s**t heavy as hell," he added as we reached a door.

"Guns," I said nonchalantly. He opened the door, and a beautiful ass room came into view. It was huge. Jax and Cold sat my bags on the floor and the bed.

"Ight. This is yo spot," He said as I looked around. "Now, let me lay down the rules," He said. Then he nodded at Jax. Jax smiled at me then walked out of the room.

"No niggas in my s**t. Don't go in my room for s**t. Don't smoke my s**t. Don't drink my s**t. Don't invite muthafuckas to my s**t. You can eat anything in the fridge except for my grapes." He said. "Don't eat my grapes," He said once more.

"Is that al?l" I asked. He glared at me.

"And don't question me. Now, I'm done. Ima be in my room. If you need me, holler at me." He said. I nodded as he left and closed my door.

I unpacked everything, and I went into the closet. I saw it was like a lil door in the back of the closet. It looks like it ain't never been opened. I got one of my machetes out and cut the side of the door.

I pushed the door open, and it was a small room. It was like a safe room. You could only get in from the inside unless you do what I just did.

I saw another door, and it was locked all the way. My machete wouldn't even work. I shrugged.

I sat my bag with my "supplies" down. I pushed it to the side. Then I closed the door. I went into the bathroom and took me a shower. I wrapped my towel around me and went back to the room.

I put on a lace bra and thong. Then I put on some lotion and deodorant followed by a big white crop top and some gray tights. I put my hair in a messy bun. I grabbed my white Nike socks and put them on along with my slides.

I grabbed my phone and beats pill then went downstairs. My stomach growled loudly, so I walked to the kitchen.

I looked into the fridge and saw nothing. I looked in the pantry and saw some noddles and some Alfredo sauce. I went to the freezer to see if he had some shrimp and he did. I did a little dance before walking to get my phone, which I sat on the counter.

I hooked my phone up to the beats pill and I went to Yo Gotti - The Good Die Young. I put it on shuffle and started cooking.

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* An Hour Later *

I was now finishing cooking and my song came on. It was Kstylis - Booty Hopscotch. This is my s**t. I started twerking as I fixed me a plat. After I fixed me my plate, I turned around to see Cold, Jax, and 2 other dudes with their mouths wide open.

"Help yall selves. I made some shrimp Alfredo." I said

I fixed me a glass of apple juice and walked to the living room and sat down on the couch. I turned the TV on to Hit The Floor. Then I heard footsteps running.

"This my damn house. Move out the way. I'm first." I heard Cold voice boom throughout the house.

I chuckled and continued watching Tv. A few moments later, I heard some footsteps come in..

"Oh, hell nah. Ain't no food allowed in here." Cold said. I pause the show and mugged him.

"Well, what the f**k do you want me to do. I can't do s**t here. I understand this yo crib and s**t. But, my nigga, I ain't moving and plus my show is on." I said and watched as his eyes darken. That s**t didn't scare me at all. If anything, that s**t turned me on.

"Aight ma, waste some and ima beat yo ass," He said. Then the 2 dudes that were in the kitchen came and sat down.

"f**k yall doing?" Cold voice barked. They looked at him unbothered by his tone.

"You let her eat in her, so we gone eat in here too," One said and started eating. I chuckled. Cold looked at me and let out a bitter laugh. He whipped his Ak out.

"If yall asses ain't up in the next 2 seconds, somebody gone have a bullet in their ass," Cold said. The dudes just laughed. The once Cold turned the safety off, they got up fast and ran to the kitchen. p*****s. I laughed.

Cold looked at me, and I smiled at him innocently. He just smirked at me then walked to the kitchen.

After a few seconds, I heard yelling. But I tuned it out and started back watching my show. f**k what they were doing.