GHETTO TALES
If you see them, don't make eye contact. If you see them, don't say a word. If you see them...run. You don't know what you're getting into.
~2 pov's~
Capri Martin had always strived to be the perfect daughter. With a strict upbringing...
follow my ig @pl4ygurlmy4. i think i'm gonna post lil edits for this book on there 🫶🏽 this book is starting to become my favorite. *** Capri Martin I swear the amount of messages I got from Q this morning was ridiculous. I did not want to hear from him. He was getting the silent treatment from me today and that was on period. Who did he think he was? Leaving me on read last night then acting like nothing happened. That was beyond me.
As I walked out of my front door to be on my way for school, I heard someone call my name. And it sounded just like Q.
"Pri!" He shouted, running up to me.
"Why are you here?" I scoffed, walking past him.
"I can explain." He pleaded.
He smelled and looked so fucking good. It was hard not to listen to what he had to say.
"The excuse 'you knocked out' isn't cutting it for me." I spat.
"No, no. I'm gonna tell the truth." He assured me walking right in front of me.
When I got a good look at him he had eye bags under his eyes and he looked so tired. Despite that, he looked good per usual.
"I'm listening." I huffed.
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"I wunt completely honest last night."
"Clearly."
"Just listen. Last night me and my bro was on a big ass drug deal. And it was hella risky. So bad that I lost hella sleep over it and we ended up getting into some deeper shit." He explained. "I just ain't want you up all night worrying bout me like you usually do."
A weight was relieved off my chest but for some reason I was still upset. "You still could have told me Q ball. I don't wanna be lied to. If we're gonna be together, we have to establish some kind of trust, right?"
Wrapping his arms around my lower waist, Q kissed me on my forehead. Then on the lips.
"I know and I'm sorry. It was a dick move. And I promise from now on, I'll tell you everything you wanna know. Okay?"
Rolling my eyes, I pretended like I didn't wanna forgive him. But he instantly made me smile once he caressed my chin. "Okay?"
"Alright. I forgive you." I cheesed, burying my face into his chest.
"Good. Now I could give you some of ya birthday present." He smirked.
"Huh?!" I exclaimed.
Reaching into his jacket, Q pulled out a wad of cash and handed it to me. "I hope five hunnit enough fa ya nails and ya hair. Let me know if you need more."
"WHAT?!" I yelped. But before I could say anything else, Q covered my mouth from speaking.
"Shhh ion want yo mama comin out tryna left hook me." He chuckled. "But yeah. That's all you."
