Just What I Am.

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Rakim's POV:

Hannah's startin to piss me off. Why hasn't she answered any of my texts? Whateva, me and the boys gonna party tonight and imma get my nut wid some bitches. Just go back to what I did before Hannah.

Someone's here. Why the hell they coming this early? It fucking 3 pm!

"Shit, hold on. I'm coming." I lit a blunt as they stopped knocking.

I slid the door open and saw Hannah. Ahh shit she came back for more!

"What you doin here mama?" I held my hand out and she started crying.

What the fuck did I do? I was weirded out until she turned her head and pointed at the big gash all up the side of her face.

"What happened? Who did that? You get in a fight or some shit?" I watched her throw her arms out. Damn she's beautiful. Her hands were shaking as she wrapped them around me.

"I know, I know you're freaked out. And we just met but I need somewhere to stay. You're the only person I could think of. I promise i'll pay for everything and ill leave by the end of the week." I sat her down on the couch.

I can't do that. She'll figure out everything. I run the business, Austin works for me. I'm the supplier, me and my boys just wanted to see what bitch was helping us run the city. So, we made a fake order. Little did I know, I'd end up having to take her in.

"I don't know, there's not much room up here anymore. My niggas all here..." She stopped me before I could finish.

"Austin found out! He beat me, and made me have sex with him! I left, but you know and I know that everybody wants to buy from me. I'll start my own business, hell ill even give you 60 percent. Rakim it's worth it," she pulled me down to the couch and sat on my lap, "I'll give you everything your heart desires." She whispered into my ear giving me goosebumps.

I can't turn that down.

Hannah's POV:

"How we gonna do that? It takes more than yo imagination to start a business. The supplier? The carrier? And the seller?" He got up from the couch and started pacing.

"My brother can supply us. I can carry and sell." He was facing the tv, but I knew he wasn't actually watching. "Rakim, look at me," he turned around. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I don't even want to stay here if it bothers you. I know you just wanna have fun, and you're not that familiar with drug deals." He won't even look in my eyes.

No, this was stupid as hell. Why did I come here? I could've gone anywhere else. I mean damn we had sex once. I sold drugs to him once. I'm leaving, I look like a shitty piece of trash.

I got up and walked to the door.

"I'm sorry, this was stupid."

"Where you goin?"

"I don't know.. Hotel maybe a friends house."

"Stay here, imma clean you up." He pulled me back in from the door.

Holy hell. I'm living with Rakim.