Islan wasn't anything special, in his eyes. He was poor, always in trouble and not good at much but women. He desired nothing more than finding a way to take care of his family.
Tre came from a wealthy family. He dated the finest girl in town. He h...
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(Miracle 💕)
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Boon ~~~~~~
"Why the fuck are you here?" She snarls.
I enter into miracles bar. "Still angry? They offer help for that."
I duck noticing a glass flying in my direction. "I asked you a fuckin question."
I walk closer and throw a handful of money in her face. "Where the fuck them niggas hiding at? And don't give me that, you don't know bull shit. Hoe you know everything."
She smiles. She may be a ruthless bitch, but she was fine as hell.
"Your money ain't good here." She balled up a couple bills and tossed them into the trash.
"You mad about some shit Islan did but he wouldn't ever let them do you the way they did him." I sit down on the barstool.
She slides her tongue across her teeth. "Mad is him falling asleep and forgetting to call me back. He took my virginity and ghosted me."
"Damn. That was wild, even for him." I laugh.
"Yeah, well he want be ghosting anyone anytime soon. Heard he having a difficult time getting around."
"Shit ain't funny Miracle. He coulda died."
"But it's cool to make jokes about how he did me? There's no rules in being petty." She was drying the glasses and putting them away.
"Why every time y'all get a lil heartbreak you all turn gay?" I ask as she pours me a drink.
"I loved him, about the turning gay," she smiles. "I like the way pussy taste."
"You was in college. The shit was never going to work. You made out good. I hear this the go to spot. I know you making money left and right. I also know people get drunk and confide in their bartender." I sip my drink. "You got info."
"I ain't having blood on me. Find them on your own. Yes, I was in college minding my own business. I made it through high school, never even letting anyone touch me. Islan had charm and got me to trust him. Fucked and stopped answering my calls."
"What you need, closure?" I push my glass to her for more. "Okay, you were played. Finessed and fucked. Once he got that, there was no connection and he moved on. It happens."
"We was friends...I deserved at least an explanation."
"I ain't sayin you didn't...just sayin I can't give you one. Islan had to take on a lotta of things. You know how bad things had gotten after that womans car accident."
