Chapter Forty-One

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Rosy Pov

Today was just crazy.

Its now 9:00. Davon dropped me off at my dad's because he had something to do. I'm not stupid, he got to be in a gang, from the events that took place earlier I know he is. But I'm not judging. That's my Thug.

I sat on the couch watching old episodes of Martin while smoking blunts. I needed it.

"Hey Princess" Daddy says coming downstairs smiling.

"Hey daddy, what you up to?" I smile.

"Oh nothing, but come wit me I gotta show you something"

I got up and followed him to the front door. He covered my eyes with his hands and guided me outside. The cool night air breezed across my face.

"Ok open"

I opened my eyes and gasped. In the driveway sat a brand new all hot pink bugatti on 26's with a white bow on top of it. I was smiling ear to ear, I turned around facing him.

"Mines??"

"Yours baby girl" he says handing me the keys with a keychain that said Daddy's Princess. I jumped on him squeezing him shrieking.

"Ok, don't kill me!!!" He gasped

"Sorry dad" I say bouncing up and down.

"Bye!!!" He says throwing up the deuces and kissed my cheek strolling back in the house like nothing happened. I shook my head and snapped a pic posting it on instagram.

Daddy got his princess a Bugatti! In the town! Beyond happy. I love my king yo!

Lil_Killa15: Ol shit!!! Come scoop cuzo!!!

Kj_ballin19: Hell nahhh!!! That ain't yours few! That shit mine

Beyonca_Thuggedout: Can you say Jealous! PUTA!!! (Bitch)

I ran and jumped in listening to the engine purr. Oh my god I'm in love. My shit gonna turn heads forreal. I turned up the radio, this shit had bass. I hit a button and Tv's folded out. One in the sunroof, one in the spot where the glove compartment was supposed to be, 2 of the door panels.

Nobody could take this cheesy grin off my face! I backed out the driveway and tore off down the street to go get my girls, we goin to the club. I nodded my head to the music...

[Chris Brown] Got your girl in my section finna blow up And nigga

smoking loud, I'm 'bout to roll up She ain't never got high like this with a

guy like this When she pop it tell her hold up Better believe she gon' leave

with a real nigga I dick her down can't put it down like I do I get to

bussin' no discussin', gotta deal with it Team us, we ain't worried about you

Murder she wrote Yeah, yeah, when I hit it, I'm a kill it, I'm a get it like

Murder she wrote You wanna know how I know what I know

[Jhene Aiko] If your dude come close to me He gon' wanna ride off in a

ghost with me (I'll make him do it) I might let your boy chauffeur me But

he gotta eat the booty like groceries But he gotta get rid of these hoes from

me I might have that nigga selling his soul for me Ooh, that's how it post to

be If he wants me to expose the freak

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Authors Note

Short chapter I know -_-

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