I'm Not No Regular Bitch...

Marcel POV ...

"What you mean by who Cel? By YOU!!"

Was the last thing I heard before I started feeling dizzy and seeing stars. Don't let Simone physical appearance fool you, she gets it in. Who would've thought at 5'2 160 pounds, perky breast and a face of a angel that she'll knock my 6'4 ass down but like I said Simone was about that life. My mother always said' "You could take a girl out the hood but not the hood out the girl." Shit if that ain't the truth. I knew I should've never started fucking with Nelly slut ass but she use to always be on me down at the club. One day Simone and I was going through a tuff time and I finally gave Nelly the chance.

Yes the head was good but I was always skeptical due to who her father is. Her father is a different story, He was known from holding down the whole Bronx from Washington heights down to Brook Avenue. He started his empire in Miami, FL and expanded from there. He goes by Killa Kam. The killa part comes from his record of killing anyone who crosses him.

This was true indeed for Nelly mother, Angela. Now Angela was one bad bitch but she became money greedy and tried to use Nelly as a pawn for her game. Without a doubt Kam caught on and tried to end her and her pregnancy when she was 7 months but unfortunately nelly survived. Everyone knows that she's her fathers princess but she wanted the dick so I handed it to her. That's just what a man does. I never thought I'll get her pregnant though.

Simone has been with me since I was just a young boy on the streets selling dime bags. Now on every scene I'm at, theres hoes throwing they pussy at me. How am I supposed to turn them down? With my empire growing bigger and bigger I don't need no kids or hoes trying to burn this down. This hoe getting pregnant isn't even half of the secrets Simone will find out but when it all balls down to it, I just cannot loose her.

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Simone POV

Tears streamed down my face as I sat in the passenger seat of Marcel's car. All he kept saying was how "sorry" he was but honestly I blacked out. I don't understand where we went wrong at but I'm at the point where this is the ultimate total disrespect.

Who wouldn't want a bitch like me? I'm 5'2, 160 pounds with a fatty in the back and front if you know what I mean. I come from Indian decedent with godless-like melanin skin. I was always there for Marcel and always made him feel like that nigga especially when he was trying to live up to his fathers name.

"Baby we're home.", snapped me out of my thoughts as he drove up our stone wood driveway. As I looked at our beautiful home from the outside, I felt all the rage that was about to happen on the inside. I hurried out the car door and into the house with Marcel shouting my name behind me. I headed straight into the bedroom where we've spent countless nights making love. I ran into the large closet we've shared and instantly started packing my things.

Some people may call me dumb for leaving my large house but, when you're a boss bitch with money it wouldn't be a problem. By the time I begin to head out the door to leave, I see Marcel finally making his way inside. I guess a bitch was really rushing. I told him to move out my way before I knock his ass out like I did at the club. He said "Baby that bitch is lying, I don't know why you would believe her hating ass over me." I simply replied "It doesn't matter, fuck you, her and that baby." And with that I was gone with the wind.

See, I'm not like those other girls. I know you've probably expected me to mess up his game systems and clothes but I did that shit when we were teenagers. I swear when you treat these nigga like everything they want to walk all over you. Marcel was literally my first everything but since he wants to disrespect me with some bumb bitch, it's over for him. Now a bitch finna boss up and I'm going to hurt this nigga where it hurts... HIS POCKETS.