Once in the luxury three-level apartment, all you saw was numbered doors. “I rented out this whole building, and right now the whole bottom floor is filled. So if you come to stay with us, you will have your own apartment on the second level. Some of the girls have their own place, but for those who do stay here, there are no boys allowed in this apartment building, or drugs,” she explained as she pulled out her phone and sent a text. Next thing I knew, the doors to some of the apartments started to open, and I saw nothing but flawless-looking women that varied in age. There were short girls, tall girls, thick and slender girls of different races. All the girls were laced out in nothing but designer clothes and shoes looking like a bag of money. Just from the looks of them, I could tell that these girls were making money. They all stood there and smiled, and some even came out and hugged Suga-foot like she was a dear family member. At that moment I knew that working for Suga-foot would be the best move for me.
Present:
Snapping back into reality, I looked out my boo car window and notice him making his way back to the car. I sighed and dialed Queen’s number one last time. And once again I was greeted with her voicemail. Slamming my phone back into my purse I folded my arms in frustration. Man where the fuck Queen’s ass at?
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Bred To Kill
Teen FictionRead to find out what happens with Queen who's life turned from happiness to a living hell!. Queen is a 18 year old lady who's had a hard time in life. Her brother King took care of her and her mother Teresa. King was a thug out in the streets until...
