“V is that you?!” Ricky, one of Damian’s right hand men asked out
V was a nickname they gave me a long time ago.
I nodded my head as I laughed. He opened his arms and hugged me tight, welcoming me back. He picked me up and spun me around, making me squeal slightly.
“Damn V! You look good!” He cheered out, making the others in the group agree and laugh.
“You think so? I haven't changed much.”
“Bullshit V! You look like a f*****g goddess.” Ricky praised, making me blush and giggle.
Ricky was good looking, he just wasn’t my type. He had long dreads and a dark complexion that complemented his dark brown eyes. He was tall, about six foot and very muscular. He looked like he worked out every second of every day, but he just wasn’t my type.
“Thanks Ricky, you look good too. You look
