2 a.m.
Brandon's Pov

"Get up, mojo." My brother woke me up by my nickname. They call me either mojo or staktz. Mojo is cause I be goin crazy. Staktz is cause I be stackin bodies and money. Me and my bruh King pins, and kill for who and what we love. His nickname is DropOut cause he drop em out.

We enter the trap house and start layin people down. We keep our eye on our team. I felt somethin hit my head and everything went black. . .

I don't know how long I was out but when I woke up I seen Kevin and DropOut in chairs next to me. They was knocked out. They tied my hands in the front. Bad mistake. I texted my queen and told her what was up. Something tells me she'll get us out but idk. Lord, be with her.

Adri's Pov

I woke up to my phone bleeping and lighting up. All I seen was the picture he and I took earlier today. Then I seen the time, it's 2:45 a.m. Wtf. So I read the message and it's saying that he's in danger. There was an address. I know exactly what to do. I send my older brothers, Savage and Bear. Then it's my turn to get ready.

All black cause that's what I do. My brothers are GD Folk been that and forever gone G that. 🔯💜 I'm not always on it, but I do rep it. We don't fuck with bloods like that but I have made some slime out allies. I will kill a crip. On spot I hate them. I don't give a damn. But anyways, I get all five guns I call em my "Five Guys". Then my main hoe, my bullet proof vest.

When I get all set, my brothers call me to tell me that they outside. Black caddy's all lined up. The last one in line is mine. My daddy is a king pin and a GD so I got a Princess Camero. Fuck that I'm a queen. But I'm still daddy's lil princess. I jump in my car a we head to the address from the text message.

Princess always comes first. The troops follow close behind and the biggest and baddest killas, Savage and Bear.
"Ayo Princess, come with us", Savage whispers.
"Everybody else clear the house and start pouring the gas", Bear instructs the troops. We head down to the basement to get the boys, the money, and the weed. He looked so happy to see me. When I got him untied I went to his brother. Brandon said, "Lil mama watch out." Then I heard a gunshot. I stood and turned around still standing over his brother, reaching for the desert eagle that's in the front of my pants and shot he fell but not before pulling the trigger and missing my head by a lil bit. When I tuned around to finish untying his brother, something red caught my eye.

I turn and aim my gun at Brandon. "You a blood." I simply said. I started crying. I didnt want to kill him cause he has my heart. I'm sprung over him. I grab the bag of weed, I tell bear to get the money, and savage told Kevin, Brandon, and whatever his brother's name is.

I ain't gone lie, I love that boy. But Ima have to leave him alone. I just can't. . 😔 😔 😔

"Aye, Adrianna, my brother love you man. Don't leave him over bullshit like this. " His brother yelled.

"I love him too. But now isn't a good time to be together. Bye Staktz" 😢

I run to the truck and go straight home. I guess I'll call Marquis😳.

Phone Call

Marquis: See I Told You, Nobody Will Ever Love you like I do. I made you. Remember that princess.
Me: Okay. You were right. I'm unlovable.
Marquis: Bae, that's not true. I love you sweetheart.
Me: thanks love you too. I'm tired I'll talk to you later. Aight. Bye

I hung up before he could say anything else and put my phone on airplane mode. . . I already know I'll have mean and threatening messages in the morning. I don't care anymore. Fuck it. Damn. Good night y'all.

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Brandon POV

Dammit. I don't know how to feel about this.. she was almost mine. I always Fuxk shit like this up. DropOut told me that it'll be alright and there's plenty of pretty lil fish in the sea. But I want that mermaid. She's everything. I swear.

I miss her alot. Damn. . I tried calling, but all I got was the voice mail. She must've turned her phone off. She probably started back talking real heavy to ole dude. . FUCK !



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