Marcus POV I was discharged from the hospital today. I'm glad too. I can begin my search for that fat motherfucker. He's got Zaida. I don't know if it's gang related or not, but I don't care I'll get her back.
I've been working on being a "better person" or a "civilized human being" as my probation officer used to say and I have been for some years now. I wanted to erase my Crip related background. I would go in and get semi permanent makeup on my gang tats. Among many, I have "LOC" tatted on the right side of my neck and "Crip life" On the knuckles of my fingers. I'm going to get the makeup taken off today. I gotta rep my set if I'm gonna get help from my set.
That stupid motherfucker won't know what hit him.
Zaida POV Today is the day! I'm shaking with excitement even more than before (if that's even possible.) Today Justin is going to show me my studio! He's so sweet for doing that for me. I feel kind of bad for being so horrid to him, but at the same time I shouldn't.
"Ready?" Justin asks motioning for me to take his arm.
"Ready Freddy." I jump up and down taking his arm.
"Cover your eyes." I obey and Justin leads me to the studio. I hear the door open. "Open them!" I'm in awe. It's perfect. It has everything. It's like I'm at home.
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"Thank you Justin. This means a lot to me." Justin just stood there beaming. He's cute for a serial killer.
"You mean a lot to me." Justin responded. "But it doesn't come free. Come give daddy a kiss." I giggle.
"You're not my daddy." I say after kissing him.
"Says who?" Justin leans back and crosses his arms.
