CJ Richardson

@cjrichardson

RP purposes only.

42 posts

The Switch Up

This new thing with CJ was new for Ivory all in itself. She caught herself getting wet about a teenage boy, and with the record she had that was tough. After she left WAP, she became the stripper in Las Vegas, and made a name for herself on onlyfans. She was the epitome of a sex symbol, and for that she was glad this was new, and wasn’t even an official thing. The media would eat it up, and the last thing she wanted to do was deal with his parents. She was older, but still had the same petty tendencies.

Ivory decided to come back out to LA and have a little fun on a boat. She invited CJ, and was already on board when he was walking up. “There that fine man goes.” She bit her lip when she smiled at him. Ivory had a private captain, and did her due diligence to buy the place out.

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Now, CJ was not one to have people in his business too much, so hanging with Ivory wasn’t really public knowledge. It wasn’t because of the fact that she was a sex worker or anything like that. It was more so because she was older and an old colleague of his mother’s. She was low key with it herself, so that was good for CJ.

“Hey, what’s good?” he asked, giving her a hug once he was on board. “This some spot you got, ma’am.” He looked around a bit. It was obvious that Ivory was very well off, and he didn’t mind that. “So how long you in town for?”

“I’m not sure, as long as I need to be.” Ivory smirked at him. The captain started to sail, and some snacks were laid out for them by the chef and his team. “I’m kind of on a vacation from work, because I’m thinking about rebranding.” She took a seat with her champagne glass in hand.

“Rebranding, huh? How so?” What CJ admired about Ivory is that she was always unapologetic about herself and her money. She was always looking for new avenues for her brand. But she never got the big head or was overly cocky.

“I wanted to get some mainstream money, but most have been taking me as a joke. Guess it comes with the territory.” It was the truth about being in the adult entertainment field, especially for women. She had an eye for fashion, but in high fashion she was the lowest of the low. “How’s school, pg life.” She chuckled.

“Okay and? I don’t see how other people not taking you seriously would be an issue. Long as you take yourself seriously.” He popped a grape in his mouth really quick. “But school is aight. Just been studying for midterms for the most part. Training, working. That’s pretty much it.”

Ivory smiled, it was his way of thinking that enticed her to deal with him more. “Very true, just another long road ahead of me is all.” She finished off her glass, and switched to straddling his lap. The women started feeding the young man grapes herself. “Is the NFL the end goal?”

“Not necessarily,” he said. “If it happens, it happens. But I’m getting my business degree for a reason. NFL career is not guaranteed. That’s why I’m putting my energy into my father’s business. Something more concrete, you feel me?” Taking another grape from her fingers, he smirked. “Mmm… thank you.”

The Switch Up

This new thing with CJ was new for Ivory all in itself. She caught herself getting wet about a teenage boy, and with the record she had that was tough. After she left WAP, she became the stripper in Las Vegas, and made a name for herself on onlyfans. She was the epitome of a sex symbol, and for that she was glad this was new, and wasn’t even an official thing. The media would eat it up, and the last thing she wanted to do was deal with his parents. She was older, but still had the same petty tendencies.

Ivory decided to come back out to LA and have a little fun on a boat. She invited CJ, and was already on board when he was walking up. “There that fine man goes.” She bit her lip when she smiled at him. Ivory had a private captain, and did her due diligence to buy the place out.

@cjrichardson

Now, CJ was not one to have people in his business too much, so hanging with Ivory wasn’t really public knowledge. It wasn’t because of the fact that she was a sex worker or anything like that. It was more so because she was older and an old colleague of his mother’s. She was low key with it herself, so that was good for CJ.

“Hey, what’s good?” he asked, giving her a hug once he was on board. “This some spot you got, ma’am.” He looked around a bit. It was obvious that Ivory was very well off, and he didn’t mind that. “So how long you in town for?”

“I’m not sure, as long as I need to be.” Ivory smirked at him. The captain started to sail, and some snacks were laid out for them by the chef and his team. “I’m kind of on a vacation from work, because I’m thinking about rebranding.” She took a seat with her champagne glass in hand.

“Rebranding, huh? How so?” What CJ admired about Ivory is that she was always unapologetic about herself and her money. She was always looking for new avenues for her brand. But she never got the big head or was overly cocky.

“I wanted to get some mainstream money, but most have been taking me as a joke. Guess it comes with the territory.” It was the truth about being in the adult entertainment field, especially for women. She had an eye for fashion, but in high fashion she was the lowest of the low. “How’s school, pg life.” She chuckled.

“Okay and? I don’t see how other people not taking you seriously would be an issue. Long as you take yourself seriously.” He popped a grape in his mouth really quick. “But school is aight. Just been studying for midterms for the most part. Training, working. That’s pretty much it.”

The Switch Up

This new thing with CJ was new for Ivory all in itself. She caught herself getting wet about a teenage boy, and with the record she had that was tough. After she left WAP, she became the stripper in Las Vegas, and made a name for herself on onlyfans. She was the epitome of a sex symbol, and for that she was glad this was new, and wasn’t even an official thing. The media would eat it up, and the last thing she wanted to do was deal with his parents. She was older, but still had the same petty tendencies.

Ivory decided to come back out to LA and have a little fun on a boat. She invited CJ, and was already on board when he was walking up. “There that fine man goes.” She bit her lip when she smiled at him. Ivory had a private captain, and did her due diligence to buy the place out.

@cjrichardson

Now, CJ was not one to have people in his business too much, so hanging with Ivory wasn’t really public knowledge. It wasn’t because of the fact that she was a sex worker or anything like that. It was more so because she was older and an old colleague of his mother’s. She was low key with it herself, so that was good for CJ.

“Hey, what’s good?” he asked, giving her a hug once he was on board. “This some spot you got, ma’am.” He looked around a bit. It was obvious that Ivory was very well off, and he didn’t mind that. “So how long you in town for?”

“I’m not sure, as long as I need to be.” Ivory smirked at him. The captain started to sail, and some snacks were laid out for them by the chef and his team. “I’m kind of on a vacation from work, because I’m thinking about rebranding.” She took a seat with her champagne glass in hand.

“Rebranding, huh? How so?” What CJ admired about Ivory is that she was always unapologetic about herself and her money. She was always looking for new avenues for her brand. But she never got the big head or was overly cocky.

The Switch Up

This new thing with CJ was new for Ivory all in itself. She caught herself getting wet about a teenage boy, and with the record she had that was tough. After she left WAP, she became the stripper in Las Vegas, and made a name for herself on onlyfans. She was the epitome of a sex symbol, and for that she was glad this was new, and wasn’t even an official thing. The media would eat it up, and the last thing she wanted to do was deal with his parents. She was older, but still had the same petty tendencies.

Ivory decided to come back out to LA and have a little fun on a boat. She invited CJ, and was already on board when he was walking up. “There that fine man goes.” She bit her lip when she smiled at him. Ivory had a private captain, and did her due diligence to buy the place out.

@cjrichardson

Now, CJ was not one to have people in his business too much, so hanging with Ivory wasn’t really public knowledge. It wasn’t because of the fact that she was a sex worker or anything like that. It was more so because she was older and an old colleague of his mother’s. She was low key with it herself, so that was good for CJ.

“Hey, what’s good?” he asked, giving her a hug once he was on board. “This some spot you got, ma’am.” He looked around a bit. It was obvious that Ivory was very well off, and he didn’t mind that. “So how long you in town for?”

IG: Guess you can say I’m built different.

Mi baby mek it tuh di top 3. Very proud of you, mi love. @briarrxse

Blood on My Hands

Quincy wanted what was is, and what he deserved. Right before he went to jail he almost had all of Sacramento. This go round he was smarter, and knew how to be move better. While he was locked up he had time to think.

Tonight he was dropping off @ezrax2timez his cut for the month, and he had a proposition for him. He knocked at his front door.

Ezra found himself exactly where he did not want to be. Somehow, Quincy pulled him right back into the street life, and into possible danger, right when his music was starting to bubble. He was trying to pull himself back out, but it would be easier said than done.

Hearing a knock on the door, Ezra sighed as he got up from his couch. “Come in,” he said after opening the door. He wasn’t much of a talker, so this was not unusual.

Quincy walked in with the duffel bag in hand. The two men always kept things short and to the point. "I know you been hearing things, and yes I'm taking Sacramento. Now with Mike not signing off I need my right hand to be somebody that many respect in the streets." He dropped the duffel bag on the table and it sounded heavier than usual. "Means you'll have to be more of a physical participant when things get messy, but once I take out the other three brothers we're good."

“And then if you end up going down again, I go down right with you, right?” Ezra said. “Q, I respect you and everything. But you already got me in deep shit when I told you I was trying to stay out and do strictly music. Got my girl pissed at me and all that.” He sat back down, visibly frustrated. Quincy already went to jail once since this whole thing began. Ezra would think that he would want to bow out gracefully, but apparently not.

“I’ll do this for you, but this is it. I have a family I got to be straight for. I’m not trying to do this street shit forever. I’m trying to live without always watching my back.”

Quincy was glad by the end of the conversation that Ezra agreed. "Good, for now I just need you to handle the drop and pickups on Sunday night for now. I'll try to keep your hands clean of any blood, but the streets will get wind of you taking a bigger role with me. I know you know what that means." He looked at him, because the stress of being involved with the life was heavy. Ezra would have to get personal security around his house, and for his family when he left town. Quincy's daughter had no idea that he'd been paying off her security to keep an extra eye out for her and his grandson. "This means Mike and his crew we have to be cautious around. He isn't the enemy, but we didn't get his blessing."

Quincy understood that Mike was king now, but he was an OG to the streets, and Quincy felt he wasn't being fully respected.

“I mostly keep to myself anyway. I don’t even mess with them,” Ezra said. He wasn’t sure if Quincy exactly understood what he was trying to say. After this last job, he was done, and that was that. He had too much to lose.

“My girl got a spot on a reality show,” he said. “She wants me to be a part of it with her. So I swear... I have to be literally invisible to this street shit. To everyone else, I’m nothing but a rising musician and that is it. You are really putting me in a tough spot.”

Quincy understood the hesitation for Ezra, but now Quincy felt like he was begging. "Listen, we all got shit that's making this situation tough right now. If you're not built for the streets anymore than say that, and I'll fill somebody else's pockets up." He was confused as to why Ezra thought he could keep singing this song to Quincy and he'd continue to coddle him. The other man sang the same tune from jump, so if it was getting to hot for Ezra he could only understand. "You in or out?"

“I said I was in, so I’m in. Let’s just get this shit done.”

Ezra was definitely deep in this, but he was determined to get out. Now that his music was slowly coming together, and he just opened his studio, he needed to stay around for his family. That was the end game. He was determined to make sure everyone was straight, and that he stayed out of the prison or the grave.

Blood on My Hands

Quincy wanted what was is, and what he deserved. Right before he went to jail he almost had all of Sacramento. This go round he was smarter, and knew how to be move better. While he was locked up he had time to think.

Tonight he was dropping off @ezrax2timez his cut for the month, and he had a proposition for him. He knocked at his front door.

Ezra found himself exactly where he did not want to be. Somehow, Quincy pulled him right back into the street life, and into possible danger, right when his music was starting to bubble. He was trying to pull himself back out, but it would be easier said than done.

Hearing a knock on the door, Ezra sighed as he got up from his couch. “Come in,” he said after opening the door. He wasn’t much of a talker, so this was not unusual.

Quincy walked in with the duffel bag in hand. The two men always kept things short and to the point. "I know you been hearing things, and yes I'm taking Sacramento. Now with Mike not signing off I need my right hand to be somebody that many respect in the streets." He dropped the duffel bag on the table and it sounded heavier than usual. "Means you'll have to be more of a physical participant when things get messy, but once I take out the other three brothers we're good."

“And then if you end up going down again, I go down right with you, right?” Ezra said. “Q, I respect you and everything. But you already got me in deep shit when I told you I was trying to stay out and do strictly music. Got my girl pissed at me and all that.” He sat back down, visibly frustrated. Quincy already went to jail once since this whole thing began. Ezra would think that he would want to bow out gracefully, but apparently not.

“I’ll do this for you, but this is it. I have a family I got to be straight for. I’m not trying to do this street shit forever. I’m trying to live without always watching my back.”

Quincy was glad by the end of the conversation that Ezra agreed. "Good, for now I just need you to handle the drop and pickups on Sunday night for now. I'll try to keep your hands clean of any blood, but the streets will get wind of you taking a bigger role with me. I know you know what that means." He looked at him, because the stress of being involved with the life was heavy. Ezra would have to get personal security around his house, and for his family when he left town. Quincy's daughter had no idea that he'd been paying off her security to keep an extra eye out for her and his grandson. "This means Mike and his crew we have to be cautious around. He isn't the enemy, but we didn't get his blessing."

Quincy understood that Mike was king now, but he was an OG to the streets, and Quincy felt he wasn't being fully respected.

“I mostly keep to myself anyway. I don’t even mess with them,” Ezra said. He wasn’t sure if Quincy exactly understood what he was trying to say. After this last job, he was done, and that was that. He had too much to lose.

“My girl got a spot on a reality show,” he said. “She wants me to be a part of it with her. So I swear... I have to be literally invisible to this street shit. To everyone else, I’m nothing but a rising musician and that is it. You are really putting me in a tough spot.”

Blood on My Hands

Quincy wanted what was is, and what he deserved. Right before he went to jail he almost had all of Sacramento. This go round he was smarter, and knew how to be move better. While he was locked up he had time to think.

Tonight he was dropping off @ezrax2timez his cut for the month, and he had a proposition for him. He knocked at his front door.

Ezra found himself exactly where he did not want to be. Somehow, Quincy pulled him right back into the street life, and into possible danger, right when his music was starting to bubble. He was trying to pull himself back out, but it would be easier said than done.

Hearing a knock on the door, Ezra sighed as he got up from his couch. “Come in,” he said after opening the door. He wasn’t much of a talker, so this was not unusual.

Quincy walked in with the duffel bag in hand. The two men always kept things short and to the point. "I know you been hearing things, and yes I'm taking Sacramento. Now with Mike not signing off I need my right hand to be somebody that many respect in the streets." He dropped the duffel bag on the table and it sounded heavier than usual. "Means you'll have to be more of a physical participant when things get messy, but once I take out the other three brothers we're good."

“And then if you end up going down again, I go down right with you, right?” Ezra said. “Q, I respect you and everything. But you already got me in deep shit when I told you I was trying to stay out and do strictly music. Got my girl pissed at me and all that.” He sat back down, visibly frustrated. Quincy already went to jail once since this whole thing began. Ezra would think that he would want to bow out gracefully, but apparently not.

“I’ll do this for you, but this is it. I have a family I got to be straight for. I’m not trying to do this street shit forever. I’m trying to live without always watching my back.”

Blood on My Hands

Quincy wanted what was is, and what he deserved. Right before he went to jail he almost had all of Sacramento. This go round he was smarter, and knew how to be move better. While he was locked up he had time to think.

Tonight he was dropping off @ezrax2timez his cut for the month, and he had a proposition for him. He knocked at his front door.

Ezra found himself exactly where he did not want to be. Somehow, Quincy pulled him right back into the street life, and into possible danger, right when his music was starting to bubble. He was trying to pull himself back out, but it would be easier said than done.

Hearing a knock on the door, Ezra sighed as he got up from his couch. “Come in,” he said after opening the door. He wasn’t much of a talker, so this was not unusual.

A level of disrespect

Briar waited all night for Ezra to meet up with her in Miami. She was traveling and doing small shows to get her name out there by herself. Pretty much managing herself. The Jamaican artist was doing pretty damned good for herself and her career. She wanted every free moment to spend with her man @ezrax2timez when they had it. He had promised her he’d be there, but like always, promises kept being broken. She didn’t know how much of it she was able to take any longer.

When Ezra came into her hotel room, it was obvious she wasn’t feeling him right now. She sat over on the bed and untied her shoes. “Ya late...Quand vous commencerez à montrer des changements, dites-le-moi. Je n’aime pas ça.”

She let her jamaicanfrench accent take off.

“Quincy is brutal. Very dangerous. How can ya leave without him fi angry at you or turn on you?” Briar’s tears fell down her cheek, she quickly brushed them away.

“it nuh a guh guh well. yuh kno it. mi kno it. quincy wa wah him wants. mi luv yuh suh much, suh suh much, it scares mi tuh lose yuh dis way.”

Briar got up from the bed and started packing.

“I guess I go with you. Figure dis out.”

“Yuh a nuh gwine lose mi,” Ezra said firmly. “Dat a one pramise dat mi plan tuh keep. Yuh get fi mi word pan dat.” No matter how hot things got, Ezra was not going to get himself killed. He has his lady to live for. That was the only thing.

Looking at her pack, he got up to stop her. “Now Wah mek a yuh packing? wi a nuh a go anyweh tonite. Dat will bi handled latah.” He really wanted to enjoy Briar and relax. No need to further stress either of them out.

Briar paused and held on to her last piece of clothing. All of a sudden, she let it all out. All that she had been holding in. Missing him, loving on him, now this? It was way too much for her to handle at once. Whenever something would be out of place, she’d stress over it. All in all she just missed her man. Period.

“Mi just glad yuh here. Being out here all alone cya be tiresome sometimes. Whulla it. Mi cyaa function widout you. Mi tink mi cud duh dis myself, maybe not.”

Hugging her close, Ezra allowed her to vent on his shirt. The stress from the road was getting to her, and here he was adding more stress. “Enuh mi get yuh,” he said. “Wateva yuh need Fi mi lady. . . Mi get yuh. Enuh yuh fi mi wul heart.” He felt completely guilty for adding more stress to her. All he could do is love on her and give her everything she could want and need.

A level of disrespect

Briar waited all night for Ezra to meet up with her in Miami. She was traveling and doing small shows to get her name out there by herself. Pretty much managing herself. The Jamaican artist was doing pretty damned good for herself and her career. She wanted every free moment to spend with her man @ezrax2timez when they had it. He had promised her he’d be there, but like always, promises kept being broken. She didn’t know how much of it she was able to take any longer.

When Ezra came into her hotel room, it was obvious she wasn’t feeling him right now. She sat over on the bed and untied her shoes. “Ya late...Quand vous commencerez à montrer des changements, dites-le-moi. Je n’aime pas ça.”

She let her jamaicanfrench accent take off.

“Quincy is brutal. Very dangerous. How can ya leave without him fi angry at you or turn on you?” Briar’s tears fell down her cheek, she quickly brushed them away.

“it nuh a guh guh well. yuh kno it. mi kno it. quincy wa wah him wants. mi luv yuh suh much, suh suh much, it scares mi tuh lose yuh dis way.”

Briar got up from the bed and started packing.

“I guess I go with you. Figure dis out.”

“Yuh a nuh gwine lose mi,” Ezra said firmly. “Dat a one pramise dat mi plan tuh keep. Yuh get fi mi word pan dat.” No matter how hot things got, Ezra was not going to get himself killed. He has his lady to live for. That was the only thing.

Looking at her pack, he got up to stop her. “Now Wah mek a yuh packing? wi a nuh a go anyweh tonite. Dat will bi handled latah.” He really wanted to enjoy Briar and relax. No need to further stress either of them out.

A level of disrespect

Briar waited all night for Ezra to meet up with her in Miami. She was traveling and doing small shows to get her name out there by herself. Pretty much managing herself. The Jamaican artist was doing pretty damned good for herself and her career. She wanted every free moment to spend with her man @ezrax2timez when they had it. He had promised her he’d be there, but like always, promises kept being broken. She didn’t know how much of it she was able to take any longer.

When Ezra came into her hotel room, it was obvious she wasn’t feeling him right now. She sat over on the bed and untied her shoes. “Ya late...Quand vous commencerez à montrer des changements, dites-le-moi. Je n’aime pas ça.”

She let her jamaicanfrench accent take off.

To say that Ezra was in the doghouse was an understatement. He has been dealing with a lot since Briar was out on the road. With his music taking off, he thought that he would make a clean break from Quincy, because he honestly thought that he was working on going legit. Instead, Ezra was blindsided by Quincy’s decision to wage a whole drug war. Now, Ezra was unknowingly his right hand, and that meant that he effectively broke his promise to his lady. Ezra cursed the day he even met him.

“Nuh now. Mi kno mi late Buh mi stressed,” he responded in patois. “Can mi jus lay yah wid yuh an jus dash fi mi troubles away? Jus fi ah while?”

“No.” She looked at him and of course his small smile made her change up. “Rest ya head.”

Briar knew that everything had a reason. Did she really want to hear it? No, because it would make her upset. The dame would forever live by her rules. “Never curse or condemn a man when he is already low.” The singer let him rest his head on her. She let her hands curl between his long locs.

“Qu'est-ce qu'ils font à mon bébé ?” She kissed his forehead. “What’s tha matta?”

Well, this was it. The moment of truth. As difficult as it was, Briar was truly the one that understood what he was going through. She would be mad, but ultimately, she would understand. Taking a deep breath, he replied, “Eh bien, bébé ... tu avais raison. J'ai été trompé.”

Sitting up a bit, he further explained. “You told me that Quincy cat was no good, and that he would lure me back in with his bullshit. He started a whole ass war, and now I’m tied in. He’s treating me like I’m his right-hand, and with my career tied into this... I’m trying to get out.”

“Mi kno it mi kno it mi kno it mi tell yuh wah him wud duh an yuh did not listen tuh mi.”

Briar sighed and clenched the bridge of her nose. “I swear. Every time. I tell....and you nub listen...wow.” She hated crying. She really did because her cries were not a sign of weakness dealing with her man. It was signs of frustration and anger, disappointment.

“Suh wah now.”

Ezra cursed himself. As much as he tried so hard to stay clean and stay out of trouble, trouble seems to find him anyway. “Mi nuh kno. Mi need tuh git out fi mi owna criss Buh mi need tuh figga out how. Mi hab too much tuh lose dis time.” He knew this was going to be some work, especially with how deep the situation was getting. He had some connections, so it’s possible.

A level of disrespect

Briar waited all night for Ezra to meet up with her in Miami. She was traveling and doing small shows to get her name out there by herself. Pretty much managing herself. The Jamaican artist was doing pretty damned good for herself and her career. She wanted every free moment to spend with her man @ezrax2timez when they had it. He had promised her he’d be there, but like always, promises kept being broken. She didn’t know how much of it she was able to take any longer.

When Ezra came into her hotel room, it was obvious she wasn’t feeling him right now. She sat over on the bed and untied her shoes. “Ya late...Quand vous commencerez à montrer des changements, dites-le-moi. Je n’aime pas ça.”

She let her jamaicanfrench accent take off.

To say that Ezra was in the doghouse was an understatement. He has been dealing with a lot since Briar was out on the road. With his music taking off, he thought that he would make a clean break from Quincy, because he honestly thought that he was working on going legit. Instead, Ezra was blindsided by Quincy’s decision to wage a whole drug war. Now, Ezra was unknowingly his right hand, and that meant that he effectively broke his promise to his lady. Ezra cursed the day he even met him.

“Nuh now. Mi kno mi late Buh mi stressed,” he responded in patois. “Can mi jus lay yah wid yuh an jus dash fi mi troubles away? Jus fi ah while?”

“No.” She looked at him and of course his small smile made her change up. “Rest ya head.”

Briar knew that everything had a reason. Did she really want to hear it? No, because it would make her upset. The dame would forever live by her rules. “Never curse or condemn a man when he is already low.” The singer let him rest his head on her. She let her hands curl between his long locs.

“Qu'est-ce qu'ils font à mon bébé ?” She kissed his forehead. “What’s tha matta?”

Well, this was it. The moment of truth. As difficult as it was, Briar was truly the one that understood what he was going through. She would be mad, but ultimately, she would understand. Taking a deep breath, he replied, “Eh bien, bébé ... tu avais raison. J'ai été trompé.”

Sitting up a bit, he further explained. “You told me that Quincy cat was no good, and that he would lure me back in with his bullshit. He started a whole ass war, and now I’m tied in. He’s treating me like I’m his right-hand, and with my career tied into this... I’m trying to get out.”

A level of disrespect

Briar waited all night for Ezra to meet up with her in Miami. She was traveling and doing small shows to get her name out there by herself. Pretty much managing herself. The Jamaican artist was doing pretty damned good for herself and her career. She wanted every free moment to spend with her man @ezrax2timez when they had it. He had promised her he’d be there, but like always, promises kept being broken. She didn’t know how much of it she was able to take any longer.

When Ezra came into her hotel room, it was obvious she wasn’t feeling him right now. She sat over on the bed and untied her shoes. “Ya late...Quand vous commencerez à montrer des changements, dites-le-moi. Je n’aime pas ça.”

She let her jamaicanfrench accent take off.

To say that Ezra was in the doghouse was an understatement. He has been dealing with a lot since Briar was out on the road. With his music taking off, he thought that he would make a clean break from Quincy, because he honestly thought that he was working on going legit. Instead, Ezra was blindsided by Quincy’s decision to wage a whole drug war. Now, Ezra was unknowingly his right hand, and that meant that he effectively broke his promise to his lady. Ezra cursed the day he even met him.

“Nuh now. Mi kno mi late Buh mi stressed,” he responded in patois. “Can mi jus lay yah wid yuh an jus dash fi mi troubles away? Jus fi ah while?”

Missing my baby @ezrax2timez. I hate being on the road without him.

Miss you too ❤️

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