Clover?

Chapter 8

"Get yo nigga Soren." I sighed, turning back in my seat.

"I'm sorry for him. Romero is actually really sweet. He just likes to tease people, especially you." Soren pouted.

"I've only seen him be nice to you. I don't understand why he likes making me mad. I ain't do shit to that nigga."

"He's just messing around Clover. If it makes you uncomfortable, I'll tell him to stop. Romero is very caring when you get to know him." Soren came from around the counter. "He does take it too far with you but maybe he's not joking."

I watched Soren walk away untill he was completely out of sight. He's not joking, so does that mean he wants me to join him. How the fuck could he say that in front of his boyfriend though and how is the boyfriend okay with that. Maybe I'm thinking too hard about all this. They're just playing around and they definitely do not want to fuck me. And I definitely do not want to fuck them. All the visions and fantasies I've been having are just stress. I'm teaching Romero about the gang while still trying to run it, I'm trying to get in contact with my brother, and I'm helping my dads a lot. I'm just fucking stressed and it's frying my brain.

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I pulled up in front of the trap house. Romero was looking at it hard causing a smirk to form on my face.

"Y'all coming or what?" I asked. Romero turned to me with a blank look.

"Yeah, let's do this." He nodded. I grabbed his arm before he got out of the car.

"Before we walk in there, no fucking jokes or smart mouth shit. These niggas know me not you. If they ask who you are let me talk and don't start no shit with these niggas. They cool when you know but they assholes when you don't." I warned him. Romero gave me an intense look then smiled.

"Aww you care about me Clover." He grinned. I flipped him off and got out of the car. They followed behind me closely.

I could hear Romero's steps but not Soren's. I've only done the one thing with Soren back when Romero got shot and at that time I noticed that Soren's whole personality change when we start working. He's not the sweet, shy guy who loves to cuddle. He's cold and barely talks. It's a complete 180 from the usual him.

We did a little recon to find out who shit at them. We found the shells and it looked like something Soren's seen before. He asked his dads about it and is waiting for word back.

I opened the door to the trap slowly. Some niggas was sitting with them gun in they lap rolling up. It's fucking ten in the morning and they high. Reminds me of home. Romani never smoked around us; he usually ate edibles.

"Aye Don, I ain't know you was shooting through today." My nigga Rich smiled. I dapped him up before moving on to some other niggas.

"Yeah, you know I had to get a pick up today. I be trying hang with you niggas but y'all be better on that dumb shit. Greg told me y'all crashed the hellcat the other day." I smirked. I'm lying, I'll never hang out with them. I'm not down for stupid activities. I like to have fun but not life risking fun.

"Oh yeah, bro I was fucked up. Greg ass was mad as fuck for that shit." Rich eyes cut over to Romero and Soren. I glanced behind me and saw the smirk on Romero's face. "Who yo people?"

"These my niggas don't worry. We go back, they family." I shrugged him off.

"Damn okay, I'm Rich." He stood up and held out his hand that wasn't holding a blunt.

"Ro." Romero kept it short like I asked of him. I guess he can listen. "You used to sell at a college?" Or not.

"Yeah a few of them. I sold to you before or something?" Rich put the blunt to his lips. "Wait Ro, Ro, oh fuck Ro. What up nigga? How you been?" He gave Romero a hug.