Life of a female Gangster©

Chapter - TWENTY SIX

Authors note: Hey guys you were excited and shocked what had happened in the last chapter. You guys are doing a great job at commenting and voting thanks so much. Tbh this is like my longest story ever...I lied my longest story was 71 pages...only cause I had no clue on what to write next, that was a fan fiction... ANyways for co writing with me, options is still open



Howeveerrr, once this story is finished (which its not it's getting to the good stuff now), that It won't stop will start up right away. SO please do me a huge favor and add that story to your library


Some of you like devon's personality and some of you don't. Well I like it because yeah he may be trying to act tough and this is who he is. I mean he's loco! a king for the BD one of the largest gangs in chicago...anyways his personality treats him well..

Anyways, enjoy the story..

[Maya]

My heart was hammering hard in my chest. I had heard the loud pop. I was unsure, if I sure go and see if he actually shot the girl, or just stay put like he told me. Fuck this. I thought silently to myself. I'm my own damn person. I stormed over to where Devon was, his Uzi had smoke coming from the other end. The girl, was scrambling backwards.

"You lucky ya fish smellin' ass wasn't fully sober. I know you drunk cause you actin like a fuckin ten year old. Get the fuck out my crib, and if I see you trying to feel some type of way..." He threatened dangerously. He didn't even get to finish what he had to say, before the girl scrambled up and dipped.

There was a huge hole in the ground, and looking below the whole the party was still raging on. I guess everyone knew this sorta thing happened on a weekly basis or they didn't care. Probably both. His body structure was rigid, and he had his jaw set hard, like he wanted to punch a hole in the wall. I was still kinda shaken  from hearing the pop.

"I'm glad you aint kill her." I said finally. He looked up, and turned around realizing I was there.

A passive look passed his features, and he blew out a gust of air. For a second he seemed like a little kid. I almost flet bad for him, but I remembered how he almost shot that girl, and the feeling went away.

"Yeah, me too." He said simply, grabbing his headphones, phone and a black 'Last Kings' hoodie.

"Where are you going?" I questioned. 

"Nonya." He said.

"Huh?" 

"Nonya buisness." He replied smartly. I glared at the back of his head, as he left and headed towards the stairs.