Chapter 13

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Melanie Wright

"...Bet a lot pussy niggas want to murder Brasi
Boulevard, Murcirélago and a Maserati
Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body
And if you fuck around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body
Sideways, coupe be out my body
Whole clique pull up in Vettes, bitch we out our body
And you ever disrespect it then it's kamikaze
I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti
I feel like John Gotti
John Gotti
Cause it ain't shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti
It ain't shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti

Praise to Allah, I was born a God, with the murder game I'm righteous
Cancel shows just for Rayzor wedding, I don't know another just like it
I love Bunker, but despite the love, I don't know what made him dislike it
But me and Gunna in the Porsche truck and we screeching off like lightning
Fast, doing the dash, your bitch on my ass, she want me to smash
Flip out and flash, I'd rather get cash
Drika she bad and she into bags
Up in the Louis, Emilio Pucci
I tell em it's Gucci when they want them bands
I got them racks and no longer wear jewelry
Cause I'm bout my business, and back selling sand
I don't get tired
I'm bout my business, and back selling sand
I'm bout my business, and back selling sand..."

Kevin Gates - John Gotti blared through the house as I cleaned up. I had the windows opened so air could come in. Ty was working and the kids were in school. I walked into he kitchen with the broom and dust pan in my hands. I tipped the dust pan over into the trash.

Knock Knock

Who the hell is knocking on my door at a time like this? I asked myself.

I put the broom down and make my way to the door. I look through the peephole to see Andy. I unlock the door.

"What?" I asked. He smirked at me.

"I just can to borrow some sugar." He said, holding up a small jar. I raised an eyebrow.

"There's a Wal-Mart like two miles from here." I said.

"I know, but I don't have time to go all the way over there, then back." He said.

"But you made time to come over here. You just wasted a whole two minutes into your journey of going to Wal-Mart, by coming here." I said.

"Please Mel." He begged. Begging is not cute.

"Fine." I said with a roll of my eyes. I let him in. We walked into the kitchen. I didn't even bother to grab his jar I just grabbed a new thing of sugar and handed it to him.

"Here." I said. He took it.

"I just needed a little bit." He said.

"Well now you got a whole bag of sugar, for free, and you won't have to ask me for any anymore." I said. He eyed me up and down, biting his lip. Nah I'm not uncomfortable or no shit like that, but I know that look anywhere and it's not going to happen.

"You can go." I said. He looked startled for a minute.

"Uhh...y-yeah th-thank you." He stammered. I watched him rush out of the house.

I'm not even going to comment on that. Take it Jesus!

Andy Raman

I don't know what just happened. One minute I had everything planned out, but as soon as I'm in front of her, it went out the window. It's like I couldn't find the right words or put sentences together.

What was she doing to me?

I walked back into the quiet house. Only person that was here was Apples thirsty ass and I damn sure didn't want to be bothered with her ass.

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