She's always been off-limits to everyone on the block-until a fearless new guy moves in and changes the rules.
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The Plug's Daughter Chapter 34: Redemption Houston,Texas
Romani's POV:
Later on that day....
Romani sat parked outside his homeboy Dae's crib, hands grippin' the wheel of his Charger so tight the leather was creakin'. The street was quiet, but his brain? Loud asl. That DM from "Jay" looped in his head like a song he ain't even like.
He had smoked a whole backwood by himself and still couldn't calm the fire in his chest. The messages, the emojis, the flirty tone... it was all too casual for his liking. Too friendly. Way too familiar.
"Nah, she was bein' real sneaky with that shi," he muttered to himself, jaw tight.
He slapped the steering wheel. "Bro, I knew sum was off."
He hadn't known the dude. She never mentioned him. Not once. And he ain't stupid — if she left it out, she knew it'd piss him off.
But still... that slap? That hurt more than he expected.
He finally drove back to his apartment, heart still thumpin' wild. "Imma just talk to her calm... see if she gone tell me the truth now."
As soon as he stepped into the apartment, though... his stomach dropped.
"What the—?"
It looked like a hurricane hit. Shredded designer all over the floor. His Off-Whites? Mangled. His Chrome Hearts hoodie? Sliced. His TV? DEAD.
"NAHHH—ain't no way this girl done fucked up my shi."
He stepped inside slow like he was walkin' through a crime scene. Then he spotted the duffle bag gone.
"Aw hell naw. She done LOST her fuckin mind."
Storm, his bulldog, barked low from the hallway like he knew some shit had gone down.
Romani stormed to the closet, saw his racks lookin' skinny, his kicks disrespectfully destroyed. He picked up the pieces of his TV remote like he was tryin' to believe it wasn't real.
"This girl REALLY came in here and acted like she on 'Bad Girls Club.'"
He stood frozen for a second, tryin' to process. Then he laughed. A real bitter, tight-chested laugh.
"She cut the Rick Owens? Bitch you cut the RICKS?!"
Storm barked again like, "Yeah, she wildin'."
He looked down at his dog. "Bro... she left like I did somethin' but she was the one creepin'!"
He stomped to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of Casamigos, and took it straight to the head.
"I was gon' forgive her. I was just mad, tryna figure shit out," he said out loud, more to himself than anything. "But she done took it too far."
He walked back upstairs to his bedroom, kicked at the scraps of his once-prized possessions, then sat down on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees.
And that's when he saw it.
The Fenty lip gloss.
Sittin' on the edge of the coffee table. He picked it up slowly, brows furrowin' in confusion.
"This ain't hers..."
That's when the reality hit him: she thought he was the one bein' grimy.
She thought the lip gloss meant he had another girl over.
And that's what triggered all this.
Romani leaned back, took another swig, and rubbed his face with both hands.
"This whole thing a mess, bruh..."
He stood up, grabbed his phone, and typed in her number. Hit call. Straight to voicemail.
Again. Voicemail.
"Damn, she really done blocked me..."
He opened Instagram, scrolled, typed her name. User not found.
"Dawg..."
Storm let out a little whimper. Romani just stared at the busted TV like it held all the answers.
"I swear, if this really the end... she gon' be the one that got away."
Sorry for the long wait y'all forgive me 🥺🥺... but i'm BACKKKKK!!! NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE LONGERRRR
