Thug Life

Chapter 8: Dirty Deeds

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                    Ronnie's Pov

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      I left Bianca at my house, and went to the trap house to chill with the crew. When I walked in, I saw my homies C, Money, and Q. They was all sittin down smoking blunts.

"Wassup B?" Money asked.

"Nothin, same old shit, different day."

"Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard!" Q joked, referring to the Ace Hood song.

"Nigga, wassup wit that sexy ass hoe, Bianca?" Q asked.

"Nigga, she aint no hoe!" I said, getting a bit upset at him calling her out of her name.

"My bad, you're really feelin' her, huh?" He asked.

"Yeah,she got a nigga feelin' some type'a way, and shit." I said, before Money burst out laughing.

"That sound like some pussy ass shit to me, you need'ta leave that girl alone nigga, startin' to act like a lil' bitch." He said. I gave him a look.

"The fuck you say, nigga? Who the fuck you callin' a lil' bitch, homie? You know we can get it poppin' right now, and Imma show you who the bitch is, nigga. On some real nigga shit though, don't bring yo' sensitive ass all up in my muh' fuckin' conversation wit' no bullshit unless you no wassup, homie. I ain't no punk! So get the fuck off ya' period, and stop hatin' cause I get bitches and you don't!" I said, chuckling at his face as he grew angry. I didn't give a rat's ass. That nigga knew he didn't wanna catch this fade, and I would like to see him even try! He looked at me with a cold look in his eyes, but not responding. I chuckled a little longer, before continuing my conversation with Q.

"Anyway, she good, I might ask her to move in. But she might still be makin' up her mind to take this to the next level." I said. C nodded his head in agreement.

"I feel you." I took the blunt and start smoking. We were all high, when I got a text from Bianca.

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Wifey: Heeyyy! Wyd?

Baee❤: Chillin at the trap house wit the homies... Come thru tho

Wifey: K, Imma be there in a few

Baee❤: Aight

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    I put my phone away, and chilled. About 20 minutes later, someone knocked on the door. Q went to answer.

"Oh, it's you." He said looking at her seductively.

"Hi.. Where's Ronnie?" She asked.

"In here." I called. She walked in and sat on my lap.

"Hey baby." She said. I nodded. The boys just stared at her, and she looked around awkwardly.

"So.. What are you doing later? I was hoping we could eat.." She said.

"Aight, that's cool."

"K, Imma get ready, bye." She said, giving me a peck on the lips, before leaving.