𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭; a very virtuous, kind, or patient person
𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫; a person who transgresses against divine law by committing an immoral act or acts.
𝐋'𝐀 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.
It's officially September. You know what that means? L'A Month! And as a way for me to celebrate L'A life and talent as a whole I decided to post as much as I can during this month. I did start school recently so just because I'm not posting everyday doesn't mean I'm not writing.
But, I definitely will have chapters ready for the 18th and 26th. Remember this month Sept. is to celebrate Mr.September himself! Long Live the forever talented L'A Capone, let's do as much as we can to celebrate for him. (Also because he's turning 28 this year which means he's damn near 30 and an old head LMAOOO)
New cover as well for Saints & Sinners and One Day I'ma Be A Star. We like this ? Anyways, on with the chapter!
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𝐒𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐇.| 𝟎8-30-𝟐3 Chicago || 12:15 𝐩𝐦
"Siani, where you at?" Gotti's text popped up on my screen, lighting up my face. My heart skipped a beat as I read it. It had been ages since she was in town. "Chillin' in my room," I replied, trying to play it cool. "Come through, I'm back!" she shot back, adding a string of fire emojis.
Mom was out, so I didn't bother to ask. I just shot her a quick text, letting her know where I'd be if she got home early. I hopped in the shower, letting the water wash away the sweat from the day's heat.
As I soaped up, my thoughts drifted to L'A. Our encounter the other day had been playing on repeat in my mind. The way he talked, the way he looked at me—it was all so...new. I couldn't wait to see him again.
After throwing on some fresh clothes and slapping on some lip gloss, I grabbed my stuff and headed out the door. The short walk to Gotti's was filled with the sounds of the block—kids playing, distant sirens, and the occasional shout-out from a passing neighbor.
When I knocked, the door swung open and Gotti pulled me into a tight hug. She smelled like fresh fabric softener and weed. "You made it, boo!" she exclaimed, leading me into the living room.
Rondo, Von, and Mak were already there, lounging on the couches. They looked up and greeted me with nods and smiles.
"What's good, Siana?" Rondo said, his eyes lighting up as he took a hit from his blunt.
"Not much, just tryna keep my head above water." I said, sliding into the empty spot next to Gotti. The room was thick with smoke and laughter.
Von took a drag and passed the blunt to Mak, who was busy scrolling through his phone. "Y'all hear 'bout that shit that went down on 63rd?" he asked, his voice low.
Gotti rolled her eyes. "Don't start with that mess, Von." she warned, but I could tell she was eager for the gossip.
"Nah, for real though," he said, leaning in closer. "They say it was 'bout them niggas from the other side of the tracks tryna make a name for themselves."
