Rihanna has approached the pinnacle of her career. While success brings the "glit and glammer", it also attracts negative energy. When the Bajan Bad Gal encounters a crazy fan, she is forced to increase her security team. Then comes Y/n Branston.
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Before we start the story, let's just take a moment to admire these beautiful, melanated Queens.😮💨
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——————————————————————- Y/n's POV Memphis, TN December 7, 2016
"Ion know why you didn't just go down thea' with that sexy ass Bajan Queen." I rolled my eyes as I drove along with Trey to this investment opportunity I was looking at.
"Nobody said I wasn't. I'm just hea' for a few days, then I gotta tend to some other business before I head down there to see my ole' lady." He sucked his teeth before looking at me.
"Nah, you wanna ride in the country ghetto witcho lil bro when you coulda been gettin rode like a horse on the beach. How dreadful."
"Man, shut the fuck up." I said as turned the radio up while we drove around in my new truck.
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We were currently heading downing Poplar, the longest fucking street, onto Madison Ave. in order to reach the apartment complex that was up for sale. It was an older complex that's been owned by some white guy who noticeably stopped the upkeep.
It took us about 10 more minutes before we finally approached the premises of the property before getting out of the vehicle. I looked at it with a sigh realizing the amount work I had just put myself into. I looked over at Trey who only looked at me with a questionable expression.
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