Juanita Monroe-Giancola was always a people pleaser. Doing stuff she didn't necessarily want to do just to make others happy and bring a smile on their face and brighten up their day.
Especially after the death of her twin sister, Maria.
Juanita fee...
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I had ditched my whole security team, as well as all of my boys to basically hijack this same car we was all previously driven to the venue in, and now Juanita is sitting in the passenger seat of the car as I'm driving it.
"Marshall, where we going?" She asks me curiously, and she sounds so trusting, that I can't help but tell her:
"You'll see, baby. Cause I've got a whole plan."
When in reality, I ain't have no goddamn clue as to where we are going, as of right now, I'm just driving aimlessly all over Detroit.
But this girl actually trusts me, which is wild as fuck to me.
Cause she sure as hell shouldn't.
But Juanita is so fucking naive.
Staring out of the tinted windows of the Escalade all wide-eyed like, she presses her forehead against the cool surface of the window.
"Marshall?" She softly calls out to me, and I steal a sideways glance at her before returning my eyes back to the road.
"Yeah, Nita?"
"Um... nevermind," she cuts her eyes back on the road, playing with her braids, causing me to internally groan. I wish bitches would just come out with it and say what mean to say, dawg.
After a while of driving, i park near an abandoned building somewhere in a real bad Detroit neighborhood.
"Seriously, Marshall?" looking questionly at me, Juanita peers outside of the window.
I open the driver's door and step out.
"Too fucked up for you, girl?" I then smirk at her, realizing that for whatever reason, I wanna make her uncomfortable as fuck right now.
Maybe I'm testing her, who knows.
Juanita swallows hard then, but she eventually rolls her eyes and gets out of the car as well, shutting the passenger side door behind her neatly.
Which is funny, cause I was expecting her to slam it hard as fuck.
"Actually, my mother used to raise both my twin and I in a crackhouse that looked just like this," she then shrugs, rolling her eyes and playing with the ends of her braids nervously once more.
And I know goddamn well that she's lying.
Something about her being way too polished.
Bougie even.
For me believe that this girl has ever known a truly hard life.
"Yeah aight," I smirk, and Juanita walks up to me, looking up at me, giving me a confused look.
