"We be throwin'
money in a spiral."
A rollerskater with a bone to pick comes in contact with one of the biggest kingpins in Miami.
Both shrouded in darkness and mystery, they find themselves intertwined in riveting ways that'd change the course of...
WORD COUNT: 3.6K TW: cursing, guns, shootout, blood, minor panic attack. NOTE: After this chapter is where the story n smut y'all recognize begins! I just had to add some extra stuff to make it more believable. Also, (E/N) is ethnicity.
"DON'T COME OUT THE HOUSE, 'CAUSE THE GANG OUTSIDE."
— 21 SAVAGE. | DON'T COME OUT THE HOUSE
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"Fuckkk...that bastard did a number on me..."
(Y/N) gazed at herself in the mirror of a Macy's with a mission on her mind. She was in search of a mattress again, this time getting an expensive one from a trusted store where she knew she'd find no druglords. The A.C. must've been on blast due to Miami's scorching and humid climate on this wonderful, sunny morning. Light, unbearable pop music hummed in her ears and she swore to god that if she heard ME! by Taylor Swift one more time she was going to gun this store down herself.
"I'm sick of this. I'm never getting involved with people like that again."
She stomped throughout the store, testing out each mattress with a mean mug on her face and a pocket stuffed full of money. She couldn't believe she had such a horrid bruise on the side of her face and she knew she should see a doctor in case she received a concussion, but she put it off in favor of finding a new mattress to sleep on. After all, sleeping on piles of money and cocaine wasn't all that comfortable. If she wanted good grades (which she didn't care for, as long as she passed and didn't have to pay FAFSA back, she was good), she needed her beauty sleep.
She sprawled across one particular mattress, sinking into the material with bliss written all over her face. A couple passed by her and sent her a curious gaze but quickly returned to their conversation at hand, wanting no problems with someone who came out in their pajamas midday.
Her mind was elsewhere, floating in an endless space of comfort and delicious satisfaction. The softness supported her back and made her feel like she could fall asleep on the spot any second now, which she almost did. Before she knew it, she drifted off to god knows where sprawled like a starfish in the middle of a Macy's. It wasn't the first time (Y/N) has been shameless in public, for she had nothing to lose anyway.
