A story about the continuation of our favorite show Pvalley pynk posse! This is just fiction and I do not own any rights to the characters or writing of this amazing show. Please feel free to leave your comments and let me know if you like it or not...
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Roulette's POV
My ears must've not been working right! Cause all I heard was Nineveh on the phone wit some man tryna set me up. I told this bitch she had one more time to cross me! Clearly she don't take advice too well!
I kicked open the bathroom door *BAM* she looked at me shocked and terrified. I dragged her out of the bathroom by her lace front and threw her phone on the floor breaking it.
"Ahhh please, please STOP!" She pleaded.
I pulled out my gun and pointed it to her head. "Bitch I don't know who in the heyell you was talking to but I want a name!"
No answer.
"So bitch now you wanna have closed lips!?" I pulled the safety off the gun. "Imma ask you one more time and if you don't answer me imma blow your brains out. Who the fuck was you talking to?" "Bitch"
*BOOM BOOM BOOM* SHOTS FIRED SHES GOTTA GUN
I shot the gun three times in the air and I heard everyone run out of the club it was just Me, Whisper, and Nineveh in the lockeroom.
"Okay, Okay!" Ninevah said crying. "I was just talking to some CFC nigga I've been fucking alright.... His name is Darius I told him to deal wit you. And bitch he will!"
I started pistol whipping this bitch and Whisper just stood there looking at her nails like nothing was happening. But then she walked over to us"She ain't telling us everythang Roulette" she said bending down to her level. She started looking at her mad hard... "She been planning this shit for a while na.... She know too much..." Whisper said. If no one else had my back I knew Whisper did. I was about to kill this bitch before...
"Roulette Uncle Clifford's coming we gotta go" Whisper said. And we ran out the club wit everyone else.
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Cliff's POV
"Oh my god! Nineveh? " I said crying. "What happened" I asked her trying to pick her up off the floor.
"Uncle Clifford I'm so sorry. I've been running a brothel with Roulette inside of your club. She started threatening me and shit, telling me she was gon kill me even had a gun to my head I had no other choice..... I had to set her up. She found out and beat me. I'm so sorry...." She said crying.
