A mafia family takes on the city of Chicago, their power high and mighty. Brothers, taking on the legacy of their father and running the streets but their like ghost, not to be seen. "The streets ain't made for everybody, that's why they made sidewa...
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𝘍𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘔𝘌.
BEEP BEEP BEEP.
The very dim ounce of the morning light made itself known through the small opening of Fatimas Crème BlackOut Curtains. The sound of her alarm filled the bedroom, immediately waking her up. Being on the same schedule for years now, her body was immune to waking up at 6AM everyday of the week.
Removing a sleeping Gregorys arm from around her body, she reached over and grabbed her phone turning off the sound of the alarm. Fatima put her phone onto the night stand that was placed beside her. Laying back down against her pillow, she used her forearm to cover her still heavy eyes. "Huuuuuu." She deeply inhaled and exhaled. With her eyes closed, she pulled the all White Comforter from herself slowly sitting up.
She swung her feet from the high top bed placing them onto the floor, feeling the flat white and brown carpet come in contact with her feet. She picked up her phone as she moved across the room. Allowing her feet to glide across the floor, the socks she wore making it easier. Walking into her closet, she turned the light on with the door closing behind her.
Fatima opened the drawer that held her shirts, pulling out an all White Short Sleeve BodySuit from Zara. Making her way over to the clothes that were on Clothing Hangers, she searched through them, laying her eyes on her favorite pair of Medium Washed Jeans from Fashion Nova. She placed both items down on her Island Dresser, turning to look in the section where her jackets hung.
It was beginning to get a little chilly in Chicago so she knew she would need a jacket today. Lurking through her variety of jackets, she decided to wear her Givenchy Beige Cropped Bomber Jacket. "I forgot I had this." She said to herself, holding the jacket up while flipping it from front and back to examine it.
Searching inside of the Island Drawers one more time, she grabbed her undergarments and placed them on top of the jeans she picked out beforehand. Fatima left the clothes she picked and went into the bathroom. Going into the bathroom, she did all of her hygiene throughly while deciding what she wanted to do with her hair.
Taking the scarf off that she put on before she went to bed last night she took a look at her hair, shaking her head. "Mmcht, gosh Zachary." She sucked her teeth, annoyed. Today was one of those days where she wanted to be on time so she could leave her shop early, but the way her hair was looking she would have to cut something out of her morning routine to make it on time. She rolled her eyes at the thought of her having to cut stopping by Dunkin to get her morning coffee and breakfast out of her routine.
