Page 7 of Ruger

"One band, one sound. If one of us rides, we all ride."

"It's crazy that you know the rules but didn't apply that shit!"

"I was off my meds?—"

"That ain't no fucking excuse, bro. You know I treat you like a little brother. We've been rocking for damn near fifteen years, and for you to not stay on top of your shit is a problem for me. Now I gotta babysit ya sister because you didn't think the shit through."

"I can stay wit' her until?—"

"Nah, you stay away from her until this shit blows over. That's what you're going to do. Where's her shit at?"

"In my trunk."

"Go grab that while I put my bike up." He stood and headed toward his truck, looking pitiful. I stopped him when he got close. "Even though you fucked up, I still love you, nigga. Next time, think before you act." He nodded as I grabbed his head, kissed the top of it, and headed toward my bike to put it away and hop in my F-150.

As I pulled the truck out and closed the garage door, Grue met me, slid a suitcase in the back, then came to my window.

"Let Kenzi know I put everything she needs in there."

"I don't plan on talking to her ass. Our last encounter made me want to shut her ass up." I smirked at him.

His face fell even lower. "Ru… You my bro and all, but can you please not fuck my sister?"

I chortled. Not this nigga begging me not to fuck his sister. "If anything, you need to be tellinghernot to fuckme. In a minute, my guy." I rolled my window up and pulled out of the driveway.

When the elevator opened, I could hear Drake and Nicki Minaj's "Make Me Proud" blasting through the surround soundspeakers. I frowned as I slowly made my way toward the open space. I looked around until I spotted Kenzi in the kitchen, rocking one of my dress shirts and making a salad while rapping along to the song.

"...and I love it when ya hair still wet 'cause you just took a shower, running on a treadmill and only eating salad. Sound so smart like you graduated college, like you went to Yale but probably went Howard, knowing you..."

Kenzi was in her zone, rapping with the pepper shaker while subtly moving that cute little ass. It wasn't until she turned that she noticed me. When I thought she would jump as if I scared her, she only smiled and continued doing her thing. I was sure she saw me on the camera, which I had placed in the corner of the counter.

I walked over to the stereo and shut it off.

"Uh-un, don't come here fucking up my vibe!"

"You're pretty relaxed for someone who went causing problems in my city."

"Boy, please." She waved me off. "I didn't do shit, and if I have to stay holed up in this fancy place, then I need to make the best of it."

"I'm glad you're seeing the light. Here." I handed her the luggage. She rolled her eyes at me and snatched it from my hand. I snatched it back. "Try that shit again." Her lips balled as she took it from me like she had some sense. "Good girl."

"Fu—" She pressed those pretty ass lips together, then grabbed her plate and luggage, moving over to the table. I stared at her until her eyes met mine again.

"What?" she sniped.

"You don't know how to say thank you?"

"I do."

"Then say thank you."

She ignored me as she took a bite of her salad, moaning as if it was the best-tasting salad on earth. I walked over to her, snatched the plate, and headed back toward the kitchen.

"Hey! What are you doing?" I dumped the salad in the sink and turned on the garbage disposal, doing away with her little creation.

"Why would you do that? I am starving, you asshole!"

"You should have thought about that before you decided you wanted to be fucking rude. Now apologize."

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