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Let y'all know this now I'm not even feeling this sequel anymore .... I need some type of action but ion know what though.
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Samira

"Maceon stop it." I said to him as he kept playing with my toes as I tried to finish this paper work for the shop.

Maceon and I have been dating for a little while now lol three weeks and everything has been so great with him.

Only thing is at night when he comes over he will live out when we doing something like watching a movie or something he will just leave and say it's important business.

I just wanna know if there's another girl or if he's hiding something?

Just like now. "I gotta go love." He said looking at his phone trying to hug me as I moved him.

"bye." I said blankly.

"Come one Samira don't do th-"

"Don't do what Mace! Huh ? I'm trying to get to know you but you on that shit bro seriously like bye fuck out."

"Listen Samira it's not ion like being here with you because I do."

I gave him a look as he continued to speak.

"I'm a drug dealer and I'm in too deep to quit and I didn't want you to know and then you leave." He shrugged.

"That's all you had to say Maceon."

"Foreal?"

"Yeah seriously."

"Baby girl you gonna have to ride for me no Matter what I'm serious."

"I will." I said as he put our foreheads together.

"Don't give up on me okay Ima keep you safe as possible."

"Okay Maceon."

"Now give me a kiss." He said as I kissed wrapping my arms around his neck as he wrapped his around my waist.

Then there was a loud bang on the door.

I wonder who that could be.

But I mean this is his house so.

Then I saw Mace look down at his phone to see a text message.

"Shit." He mumbled as he grabbed my arm and started taking to me to his closet.

"Look Samira Ima need you to stay in this closet with this gun okay don't come out until I open this door with this key."

"No Mace I don't wanna lose you."

"Your not but just in case stay here."

"No I'm coming with you." I said getting out his grip heading to my bag as I grabbed my gun and headed down stairs to the knocking.

I stood on my tippy toes as I looked out the peep hole to see two niggas one with dreads and the other with a temper fade holding guns.

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