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"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH U BIANCA?" Quincy shouts angrily as we both continue to argue.
"I TOLD THAT BITCH TO STOP TRYING ME. SHE SHOULD WATCH HER MOUTH NEXT TIME." I spat back irritated.
"AND SO? THAT DOESN'T MEAN U KILL HER FUCKING GRANDMA." Quincy shouted back trying to keep his composure.
I couldn't believe this guy is really mad at me but come on, it's not like I was gonna let this bitch and her slick mouth slide.
"SO WHAT, U ON THEIR SIDE NOW HUH?" I spoke looking into his eyes.
"I run the Latin Kings. I'd never defend my enemies. So don't question my loyalty Bianca. But what I am finna question is your actions. You just started something that i don't think imma be able to finish." He responded a lot calmer.
"Well whose fault is that, Quincy? Mine or Yours? You know me. I tend to be one hell of a crazy bitch when ppl test me." I demanded, my accent very strong.
He sighed as he rubbed his forehead, almost as if he was stressed.
"I already know they coming for us. I can feel it." He said staring into space, clenching his jaw.
"Then that means we gotta get to them before they get to us. And we both know what that means." I stared at him as he realised what I meant.
"With your smart ass." Quincy smirked as I slightly chuckled.
I could already feel my heart thumping out of my chest. Something about all this just didn't sit right with me....
