charm
/CHärm/
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noun
1.
the power or quality of giving delight or arousing admiration.
Brielle Iverson; A twenty-year-old architectural and chemistry major is attending the University of Michigan alongside her best friend Mariah wh...
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"On soul I don't give a fuck bout them tears. I should be the one crying.You stole from me and you working with my oops?"
I'm not gone hold you I coulda got over that petty ass twenty thousand cuz that ain't shit to me but playing in my face while selling out to niggas who wanna kill me?
"Nah you must think I'm a bitch or sum?"
"I got bitch written on my forehead or sum? Let me know now."I asked the niggas in the warehouse.
"Nah bro. You ain't never been no bitch" sully one of my workers said taking a pull from his wood.
Good answer. Got me feeling like Steve Harvey in this bitch.
"Never?" I pushed giving him my attention. "Never." He confirmed.
"So why the fuck this nigga playing with my time, money, and business."
I asked turning my attention back to Dre who had tears ran down his face. Bitch made. "Let me know Dre you think I'm to be played with?" I deadpanned.
This shit was really funny as fuck to me. A nigga I been knowing since curb ball and cool cup days switched and did some grimy ass shit like this.
Crazy.
Before he could answer Michigan state police ran in.
I let my gun fall as I put my hands behind my head. Snatching my arms and twisting them behind my back the officer put the cuffs on as tight as they could go.
As I'm being led to the car everything feels like it's In slow motion.
How the police even know where to find us? We just switched locations three weeks ago and this one is the most secluded. Shits not making no sense.
"Well done CI Johnson. Your work won't go unrecognized" the cop said linking his free hand with dres' while the other one held a search warrant.
Hold on.
CI? Criminal informant?
Damn this nigga been playing me. That shit wasn't new. —————————————————
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The sound of the buzzer going off woke Josiah, automatically alerting him his cell was being opened.
"Armani! It's your lucky day." The correctional officer chuckled. "I don't know what fucking fairy god mother you've got pulling strings-"
"Yea and to keep it a buck with you it really ain't yo fucking business." Josiah cut him off rolling out of bed and slipping on his shoes making his way out of his cell.
"Nosey ass nigga" he continued making sure to bump the C.O who was locking the cell up on his way out.
"Watch it Armani. You ain't free yet ,as far as I'm concerned your ass is still mine" he said grabbing onto his arm with a firm hold.
"Fuck out my ear gay ass nigga. Take me to my folks. I'm ready to get the fuck. ASAP."
