(STORY TAKES PLACE AFTER MAFIA CHAIN: SCARFACE. Strongly recommend for you to read the previous story before reading this one, but this story can still be read as a standalone book.)
When Max accepts an offer of a lifetime to attend college in Ameri...
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(1 year later.....)
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"Alright this month's piece is due today! I will be collecting you alls pieces at the end of class today so make sure it is all done!" The teacher states while all of the college students work on their projects. "If you are one of those students that finishes the project the night or day of you will definitely fail, like this guy right here." He points.
Max hums to herself while she stands in front of her mannequin that has the two piece skirt and corset lace shirt outfit that she carefully threads together, an AirPod being in her ear playing her upbeat motivational music.
"Marvelous work, Maxine!" The teacher tells her with a smile.
"It's Max. Like I have been telling you since my first day."
"Max Maxine tomato tomato..." he rolls off making Max roll her eyes. "Oh god." He holds his stomach. "Note to self...never have Taco Bell for lunch."
Max rolls her eyes as the teacher runs out of the classroom holding his stomach, most of the students laughing.
"Ugh, what a flop of a design."
Max turns to look over at Greta...AKA the 'mean college girl' of the school who views Max as competition since Max has gained so much popularity from the first day she got there.
Typical high school drama.
Only thing it's college.
"Mine is so much better?"
"Your design looks like something a Hoochie mama would wear, kind of like your Hoochie mama name suits you."
Greta glares at her hard while all of the other students laugh.
"Girl what are you talking about?"
"Max's outfits are always bomb."
"The ones she wears and the designs she makes."
"Nah, they're all flops." Greta shrugs with crossed arms.
"You mean how your pussy flops from all the dick you ride?" Max questions simply causing gasps of shocks and laughs, Greta's eyes widening. "Or maybe it's dildo's...since I'm sure your shit is to loose for a man to actually have a good time."
"You—"
"You really want to finish that?" Max questions. "Everyone in this school knows who I am sweetheart. Don't piss me off, otherwise I can show you my sparkly red gun and my matching bullets." Max sends her a wink. "Would you like to see?"
