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He sat with me on the bed as I already was sitting.
"I'm not going to force you to do it, even though I want it. "I do require assistance," he stated." ", I inquired "I need respect, and you have it with the santos, and I trust you because I like you. Could you help with the profits, is what I'm trying to say?" He said
After a pause

"Help in what way?" I asked
"Go under cover" he said
"For you?" I asked
"Yeah" he smirked
"Sure, I mean it won't be hard" I said

"Cool, cool, there's a party tonight, wanna go?" He asked
"Do I have to?" I asked
"Yeah" he chuckled
"I guess it is a yes" I said
"Cool, get ready" he said standing
"I don't got any clothes that are party materiel" I spoke
"Then I will take you shopping, get your fine ass in my car" he walked out
I saw him cleaning a glock, I gulped down my fear

In the car

It was nice, leather seats with green accents "This is spookys street" I said
"So?" He asked,
"What the fuck are you doing?!?" as I pointed out all of the santos in the yard. "Relax, sweetie,"
He slid his gun out the window, leaning it against the car's side, and grinned as they all drew their weapons.
Gio jumped to his feet, and I sank to my knees.my head being covered from any view

"Relax, baby" he said Quietly to me
"Get off my street, bitch" spookys voice echoed
"You won't dare when I got your bitch in the car" he said as he pressed on the gas
"Idiot" I muttered
"Just a little fun" he laughed again
His music played low, after minutes passed king parked
This is the fancy mall with the fancy shit for white bitches
"Why we here?" I asked
"You need clothes, what you want Walmart?" He asked
"No just was not expecting this" I said
He smiled getting out the car, he opened the passenger door for me
"Thanks" I said to him
"Well of course" he said shoving his gun in his belt covering it with his shirt

"Get your cute ass over here" he said pulling me closer
Walking in I am almost in awe, I have only been here once with my old friends
"Let's go to forever 21" he said taking me to the left, holding my hand
White people flooding the place, staring at me and him as if we were nothing

"Ignore them, they just jealous" he said to me making me smile. Walking into the store he picks up a crop top
Black with gold detail
"Yeah no" I laugh
"Not for you but for me" he joked
We both laughed at his stupidity, rolling my eyes we went on
"This one" he held up a green tank top that was cropped"
"I like it" I smile
"What's your size" he asked looking at the sizes
"Medium" I muttered
"Cause you got tits" he joked
"And what about pants?" He asked
"Large, or a 21 in jeans"
"Woman's sizes are shit, you look like a 5" he said, he made me feel confident
After shopping for 30 minutes I thought we were done
"Your total is $290.43" the cashier said
My stomach turned, but it stopped as he pulled out a wad of cash
"Here" he said
He got handed his change
"Have a nice day" she said all he did was wink at her

"We can go-" I got cut off
"Yeah no, you anit gonna be seen in granny panties" he laugh
"I am not wearing granny panties" I chuckled
"Still" he said walking into victorious secret
"Bra size?" He asked
"Idk" I said looking at the non-existing fabric

"Excuse me, she needs a sizing" he asked a worker
"Or course, come here dear"
I followed her to a changing room
"Remove your shirt" so I did
"And the bra" she said
I nodded, removing the bra
I felt exposed, my birth mark being exposed
It was right under my boob going down my side, it was white a "ugly"
She measured under and over there and everywhere
"36 ddd" she said with a smile
I place my clothes back on
"Thanks" I say with a fake smile
"No problem, dear"

I walked back to him, his hands hand underwear and glitter spray?
"So what's your size" he asked
"36 ddd" I whispered
"Damn, you got big tittys" he laughed as heads turned to him
I playfully smacked him, as his hand grazed over a green laced bralette
"Now I would love to see you in This shit" his lips smacking
"Only in your dreams" I say
"In my dreams I hope" he winked at me, after spending more then enough time and money we headed for the car.
"You didn't have to do this" I say
"I do what I must for my family, for that is what you are now. T constantly talks about you and your sibs, like I think I know more about you then you do" he laughed making me smile
"Oh yeah? Like what?" I asked
"You daddy is will cross, he does truck shit for big companies, so does your sisters friend monses dad. They work do the same comp, but your father is trying to be a big time architect. and your mom is off in Spain, you have lived on the santos streets since you were born even though you guys are more well off then most"
"Sounds right, what about your parents?" I asked scared of the answer I might get
"My pops got shot by some low life cop, and my Ma, well I am paying for her apartment up in Cali, I see her on the weekends to make sure she is okay" he voice was so soft, his words had meaning though his vocabulary seems a little short
"What you going to school for?" He asked
"Oh, right now I am in highschool but maybe becoming a doctor or detective" I say
"Ah black woman power" he laugh
"If you weren't doing gang shit, what would you be doing?" I asked him, scanning his face as he thinks.
"My dream was being a firefighter, silly to some but my house burned down when I was young that's why I had to join the profits, but Um I always dreamed of saving lives..not taking them"
"Being a firefighter? I did not see that, but I could see you busting a door down" I joked trying to lighten the mood
"Thanks, um why did you come to my house?" He asked
Fuck fuck fuck
"It was a random house, I was going to ask for king even if it was not you" I said
"Ah I see, lucky girl" he said
"I sure am" I spoke, our eyes met just for a second before my went to the road
"What's you real name?" I ask because Curiosity was eating me up from the inside
"Ricky" is all he said
"Can I call you Ricky?" I asked
"Yeah, just-" I cut him off
"Not around your crew"
"Yeah, exactly" ricky said, the turn signal clicks
He's not so bad, maybe this was not a bad idea? Or am I to deep?

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