𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

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𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 "𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐚"
𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐃.𝐂.
𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.
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"We back movin heroin, shit gon be back hot before we know it." Shaniem speaks into the phone exhaling the smoke from the blunt.

"Already knowin it." fredo's voice boomed through the phone.

"Wor-" before shaniem could respond he smacked his lips at the female beside him.

The woman on the passenger side of the car continued to kiss on his neck as he was growing agitated.

"Aye imma hit you up later." he speaks ending the call.

Turning around the female was now grabbing on his manhood, and before she knew it his fist connected with her jaw.

"Bitch we supposed to be talking business not this other shit you on!" he shouted, his voice raising.

She hissed in pain rubbing her jaw as tears ran down her face.

"So we got a deal or what?" shaniem asks her inhaling the smoke from the blunt.

"Y-yea" she stuttered with a slight nod.

She opens her MCM tote bag before handing him a brown package.

"Nah take that over to fredo shit." he said not wanting to take the risk.

She put the brown package back in her tote bag getting ready to leave out the car but shaneim stopped her.

Leaning towards her, his lips connected with hers as he slipped his tongue into her mouth and she did the same.

Their two tongues were wrestling before she broke the kiss and put her tote bag back on the floor.

She reached over him unzipping his pants then pulling down his briefs his manhood sprung out.

The woman grabbed his manhood before going down on him.

After she was finally finished she wiped her mouth grabbing her tote bag exiting and slamming the car door.

Shaneim got himself together before connecting the aux to his phone, turning music on.

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"Yo ma where you at?" shaneim asks walking in his mother's house before closing the door behind him.

"Back here boy." she responds raising her voice.

He walks to the room at the end of the hallway seeing his mother do tarot readings on facebook live.

She ends the live turning her attention to him.

"Where you comin from?" she asks him as she grabs a hair tie putting her long ginger locs in a ponytail.

"Workin" he says as he looked around the room seeing all types of African paintings and jars lined up.

"Sound like you...and stop doing all them drugs." she speaks noticing his appearance mumbling the last part.

"Where them kids at?" he asked ignoring what she just said.

"In my room." she says as she began sweeping the small carpet on the floor.

Shaneim left out the room walking into his mom's room.

He saw shiloh sitting on the bed watching paw patrol eating a small bag of doritos meanwhile baby sage lay in the bassinet beside the bed.

He stared down at her noticing her cheeks had gotten chubbier.

"She been eating good." he said to himself picking up the sleeping baby carefully.

"You ready to go back home?" he turned his head to shiloh asking.

He nodded his head yes as his attention was still focused on the cartoons playing.

Shaneim notices sage's car seat on the side of the bassinet, he carefully places her in buckling her up.

After he got shiloh dressed and ready, he sat both of the children's bags on the bed and walked out the room making his way to the back room where his mom was at.

"Imma go take these kids back to they mama, then I'll be back if I don't got nothing else going on." he spoke scrolling through his messages.

"Alright and where the money? I'm tired of watching these babies for free" she inquired shaneim sucked his teeth.

"You they grandma." he shook his head pulling out a stack of cash handing her two bands.

"Boy I'm just fucking with you." she replied taking the money from him.

Leaving out the room he went back into his mother's room grabbing the carseat that held sage putting her baby bag on his shoulder leaving out the house as shiloh slowly followed behind him wearing a small bookbag on his back.

He got the two children into the car before getting into the car himself driving off.

Shaneim wasn't big on being a father- raising them wasn't his thing, which is why the kids mother played both roles. He was barely around the children due to working and hadn't come to terms that he was a deadbeat even his homeboys knew it.

Once he made it to the house he unlocked the door opening it and walking in making sure shiloh was in front of him before closing the door behind him.

He walked into the living room placing the car seat down that held a sleeping sage, and shiloh walked over to the blocks in the corner.

"Turn the tv off." shaneim spoke to najiera as her attention was on the sermon that was playing on the tv.

She didn't hear him and remained focused on what was playing.

"You hard of hearin?, turn the fuckin tv off." he demanded, she grabbed the remote turning it off now turning her attention to him.

"I'm bout to go back out, you need anything?" he asked her.

"Some more almond milk." she spoke softly as she unbuckled sage out her carseat and held her.

"Ight." he responded before leaving out the house.

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𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞.
𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐂.
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The young teenage girl sat slumped down on the couch as he tied a belt around her arm.

He picked up the metal spoon filled with the white powder as he grabbed a lighter from his coat pocket and began lighting it.

Once it was a liquid substance he put the needle to it then grabbed the female's arm and began injecting the needle filled with heroin.

"Mmm." she muttered as she felt it go through her arm.

"This the shit you been waitin' on, right?" he teasingly asked her as her eyes got watery.

He looked at her noticing her face seeing how dark around her eyes had gotten and her face had gotten smaller.

She was going through bad withdrawals, and he was there to fix it.

The young female hummed softly to the music playing on the tv lowly.

"How..Nani and her kid?" she spoke slowly asking him.

He ignored her.

The female started back humming as cranes in the sky played on the tv.

The tune of her voice began fading away slowly and he turned to face her seeing her eyes beginning to roll back then closing.

"Shit."

He stood up staring at her for a while before going to his contacts making a phone call.

The 18 year old was dead.

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