Imagines Request

No Angel| Pt.1

Odell Beckham| Thought

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Life was hard for Dominica. Not only was she a big face of her hood, but she was also a woman. Historically, most kingpins were men. A lot of people were surprised when Dominica would strut into the room with her Timberlands on dressed in all black. That was who Dominica was. She was a strong, independent bad bitch. She wasn't the type to sit back and wait for a man to come home, she was the man. Yet, here she found herself waiting on Odell to return from whatever the fuck was keeping him until five in the morning.

Odell made her promise to stop with the late nights and show him more attention than she did to the streets. She honored that and it angered her that he didn't do the same. The only thing keeping her from lashing out and tearing down everything in sight was that she wanted so badly to believe that Odell was the angel he appeared to be.

Odell had made it apparent that he had never been to the hood, never been around a lot of tramautic times, and therefore would not understand Dominica's work. This did not make Dominica keep it a secret though, it made her want him more. It was very rare to come upon a man who had never been exposed to anything that contained the realness that Odell did.

Right about when Dominica was at her wits end, Odell stumbled into the door.

"What the fuck!" Dominica exploded. "Where the fuck were you? I got shit to do and I don't have time to be worrying about yo' ass."

Odell didn't say anything which angered Dominica even more. She stormed towards him and turned on the light by the door. She was about to fly into him until she took a good look.

"What the fuck happened to your face, nigga?" Dominica asked. Odell had cuts and scrapes all over his face.

"I got jumped." Odell looked down and mumbled lowly.

"WHAT? Speak up, motherfucker. What the fuck happened to you? This ain't no fucking game."

"I fucking got jumped, Dom! Damn." Odell yelled and walked around her.

"Don't say that like that's some ordinary ass shit, aight?" Dominica fumed. "Oh, babe, nothing really happened today. I went to the grocery store, got some cookies, and oh! I almost forgot! I got jumped!"

 "I aint got time for that mocking shit. Stop fucking being childish."

"Nah, you childish! Now let me see." Dominica took Odell's face into her hands. Whoever did this fucked him up bad.

"Who did this to you?" She asked. She could feel her fury rising. She didn't play about hers, especially since it wasn't too many left.

"Don't worry about it. I got this."

"You got this? What the fuck! You ain't never even dealt with this shit before! Who the fuck would do this to you anyways?"

"Its some shit you don't know about me, Dom." Odell sighed.

"What?"

"You know that nigga from out west you been having problems with for the last couple years, the one you can't find; Ghost?" Odell asked.

"Yeah," Dom backed away, placing her hand securely on the couch cushion. "Why?"

"I'm him."