gang related ≠ d.l

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°Week 3°

"i just dont understand," i said, pacing the office. we- meaning luhs gang and i- were talking about a serious matter; someone hijacking their weed. "its not that hard to grow, so why do they steal from you?" i asked, sighing. "i think theyre prostitutes," chad said, causing me to stop dead in my tracks. "thats weird. ty was talking about prostitutes stealing his stash too. said that the more the money, the better something," i said, racking my brain for the answer. "of course you had to bring up ty. might as well marry his black ass," khloe scoffed. "look. ill bring up ty if i want. the only people around here that can boss me around are the ones with dicks, mmkay?" i sassed, walking up to her. "whatever, skimpy bitch," she said. i got in her face, gritting my teeth. "you really wanna test me? square up, slut," i said, pushing her. derek jumped up from his chair, wrapping his arms around me from behind. "yeah right, your too scared," she said, walking up to me. "let me go. imma bout to beat me up some plastic ass," i said, squirming in dereks grasp.

"why dont we do a re-con? lemmie catch the thief," i said, straddling derek. "nononono, i dont think so sweetheart," derek said, chuckling. "why? i know how to handle myself," i said, crossing ny arms. "look, its a no. got it?" he said, sternly. "fine. if i cant do it, let khloe do it," i said. khloe scoffed, walking out of the room. "HA! your funny. thats my girl. nope. shes not gonna get hurt," he said. "derek, c'mon. ju-" "damn it, karina! i said no!" he shouted. all the guys got up and quickly walked out of the room. "why?" i asked, getting off of him and sitting on the table top. "i wont let someone in my care get killed," he paused, "not again," he sighed. "again? who?" i asked, stress filling me inside out. "delany," he said. "who was she?" i said, looking at him. he sighed, standing up, going to the door and opening it. "it doesnt matter anymore," he said, walking out and shutting the door. i huffed, running my hair over my french braid pigtails. "delany," i whispered, getting up and leaving the room.

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