This bitch had me all types of fucked up. She had the nerve to pull me by my hair and pound me in my fucking head. I was going to whoop ha' ass. There wasn't no ifs, ands, or buts about it.
The crazy part about it was, I wasn't even smashing Shawn. But as fine as he was, I had no problem taking ha' nigga.
"Yo, you good?" He asked me as we got out the car.
"I'm always good homie." I told him as I looked at him.
He began looking me over and that's when I realized how fine he was.
"Look, I'll handle dat'. But let's make this money." He licked his lips and we began walking towards Donovan's house.
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"So where is Ray?" Donovan asked as he took a pull from his cigar.
All I knew was, Ray was a grimmy muthafucka that had to be dealt with. From the looks of it, this meeting wasn't going to go well.
Jay'Shawn began adjusting himself in his seat.
"Look Donovan, I like you. You're a smart and a good business man," he continued, "But I ain't no liar. Ray's dead. He had to go. So is we gonna make this money or you gon' act like a little bitch?" He pulled his gun out and sat it in his lap. I did the same.
"Money comes first." He handed over two Duffel bags full of work to both me and Shawn.
This nigga sho' did know how to handle his business.
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"Y'all know what to do. Be safe. Lock up when done." Shawn instructed tossing everyone a bookbag full of work.
Everyone proceeded out the door.
"Shawn I don't want you but if I wanted to fuck you, I could. Now tell ya' baby mama that." I told Shawn as I kissed his bottom lip softly. I wanted to give this nigga something to think about.
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Snake
Teen FictionYou can't trust nobody. They say they with you but they out to get you. So don't trust em', so don't love em'. They want ya' spot, they want ya' hustle.
