Just What I Am.

To shoot a gun without blinking

Rakim's POV:

I woke up in my room at the hotel. I could hear some music outside my door, along with Kiaura's horrible singing and stomping.

What the fuck happened last night? I tried to sit up, but immediately fell back on to the bed.

I heard the bitches laughing. Great, they're in here now.

My vision is so fucked up, but I could tell it was Hannah climbing on top of me.

"Hey. Can you see clearly?" She asked, getting comfortable with her legs on both sides of me.

"Umm.. Yea a little." I tried as hard as possible to focus my eyes on her.

"Well... Try to look at this." She laughed, lifting up her shirt and pointing to a big blurry thing on side.

"Kiaura took me to get my tattoo."

Shit. Today's her birthday.

"Ah fuck mama. That shit musta hurt."

"Yea it did, but it was worth it."

She got off of the bed and walked to the door.

"Where you going?" I asked finally sitting up, against my forearms.

"Nowhere. I just thought I'd let you rest for a little bit."

"Well... Imma take you out today." She made a hesitant face at me.

"Come on it's your birthday baby. I'm also gonna take you out tonight. Today is all about you."

She laughed. And helped me get up from the bed.

"I'm sorry, but you missed my birthday." She she held onto my neck with her soft hands.

"What do you mean, I missed it?"

"Rakim you've been out for two days. Yesterday was my birthday."

Shit. I was drugged. That's a first, I mean they never catch me.

"We'll today's gonna be your birthday. Ok?" I pushed her up against the wall and left wet trails of kisses all down her neck.

"Hah, ok." She pulled me to the bathroom, holding both of my wrists.

I sat on the sink, just watching her lock the bathroom door shut. She bent down to turn the water on and threw me some soap and a wash cloth.

She was wearing some really tight gray leggings, with a loose T-shirt. I love that shit.

"You think you can handle the rest or do I need to get you naked, and help you into the shower?" She gave me a cheeky smirk before unlocking the door.

"I got it, don't wanna start something I can't finish right now."

She laughed and shut the door.

Hannah's POV:

My god. Rakim is completely tripping.

I made my way to the kitchen, and Nicole rammed into my shoulder. I spun myself around to look at her.

I don't know who she thinks she is... I'm taller than her, I'm stronger than her, and unlike her I know how to use a weapon.

"What Nicole?" I sighed in the bitchiest tone possible.

She got closer to my face. "Heard you got a tattoo," she started laughing, "What is it? A butterfly or some shit?"

I nodded my head and lifted up my shirt. She starred at it for a second, and the smirk of hers was whipped right off.

"In case you can't read that..... It says -To shoot a gun without blinking-."

We just starred into each others eyes for a second.

"And that's exactly what I'll do if I don't start gettin respect from yo stupid ass."

She nodded her head and walk back into her room.

I sat down on the couch with Ferg and Q. Felt nice to just chill and smoke some weed.

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