Living Off Past Trauma [EDITED]

Encounter

A/N: The picture above is a pic of Body

Lola Brinks//Lani
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I don't know what happened. One thing I was getting chocked by some guy, next thing I know I'm on rouge, killing any and everyone. I don't like this. This side of me is something I don't like. A side of me that brings out what she said...A murderer. 

Something in me told me to stop and I did. I don't know what it was but I just did and dropped to the ground. "Fuck" I brushed my hand through my hair. "Lamar stop." I turned around and saw Pooter and Kris pointing their guns at him. What?

"It's not what you think." Omar walked up to me. "Lamar has two personas. Killa and Lamar. So what you're seeing is Killa." He lifted me up. "Oh." I looked at Lamar. He looked so...so different. His eyes....

"Devil's eye." I softly gasped. "So you're aware that he gets it."

"Uhm, no. My-my dad used to get them." I stepped back a little. I don't know why. "Luca?"

"Yea." I said. 

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I knew they were near by. I already could feel some fishy movement around me. "Stop sneaking around and come out." I stood behind a cracked wall. "Ah, so your senses do work." I heard her mischievous laugh.  "No shit Sherlock" I did an eye roll.

Okay so I know damn well they came prepared. Gotta be stealth with my moves. Any wrong move and-

BOOM!

"What the fuck?" I coughed. Did they just try to blow me up from behind the wall. "You can come outtttt!" A peace of the poorly constructed wall broke.

Welp...

I took a deep breath and walked out. "Good to see you too Body." My voice cold as I made eye contact with her.

Belcalis Monet Stephens, also know as Body, is one of Rugrat's babymama's. She calls herself Body because shes's got a big ass and huge tits. She thinks she's the shit just because she's got a body most guys drool over.

FAKE!

Luscious body due to plastic surgery yea. She has a BBL, boob implants, lip fillers and all those other stuff. She fake as hell. Thinking she real and thinking Rugrat loves her just because he made her in charge of their Human Trafficking system. She ain't the shit and I'm gon prove that today!

"Ahhh...looks like you've healed pretty well I must say." She looked me up and down with disgust. "What can I say...fast metabolism is in the genes." I shrug. It really is.

"So where your minions? You never go out or do anything without them." I asked. I could already spot three of them. My senses so good I can tell one of them is behind the wall I was hiding in.

"I decided to deal with you on my own." She smirked. "Hm, yea right. It's like you can never do stuff without them? Why's that? Is it Caz your know you weak or because you scared." I tempted her. "Bitch shut the fuck up. You'on know shit." She growled.

"I do actually...I know you're a weak, good for nothing bitch" I said slow and low. " Not good for nothing if I'll continue making you live in guilt." She smirked evilly.

"What...what you mean?" I asked. Why's it that suddenly my heart's pounding.

"Oh you scared now? Look who's the weak one." She chuckled. She's tryna get to me...