That unpredictable thug love

Chapter(20) Taken.

A/N : iight for the females that don't like my story and like commenting negative ish. The fuck y'all still reading it for if y'all don't like it?  It's so easy, just listen :

Remove my book from your library!

That's all you gotta do, you won't be missed. I have to many fans, people that ENJOY reading my books to be worried about just one female not liking my shit.

Buh Bye!!

~Dezzy's P.O.V~

I walked through my front door, a feeling of relief rushed through me as I collapsed on the couch. All this shit going on, I just needed to relax, take a breather, and think. But first, I needed to take a shower and get out of these clothes.

I pulled myself off of the couch and walked upstairs, going straight to my room. I grabbed some basketball shorts and boxers from my dresser drawer and walked to my bathroom.

I turned the steaming hot water on, stripped, and hopped in.

Wassuh, I'm Dezzy aka Desmond Watkins but don't ever call me that.

I was originally born and raised in Los Angeles (Southern California) Until I was 12 years old. Long story short, Ian like how mama was actin and how she was bringin random niggas around me and my half brother (10 at the time) so I moved to Harlem with my uncle. But back to my moms. She was a single mother, my paps had walked out on us when I was two years old , hadn't seen him since. But after he left, my mama had started messing with random niggas and bringing strangers around me and shit. She ended up getting pregnant two years after I was born, but me not being able to understand at the time, I thought nothing of it. But it only got worse as me and my bro got older. All me and my mama ever did was argue, me trynna talk some sense into her but it would only piss her off more. I started getting a clear vibe that she hated me, she started treating my brother like a fucking prince, not giving a fuck about me. So like I said, I moved to Harlem with my uncle. I wanted my brother to come but my mama didn't want him too, slowly drifting us apart. He stopped liking me, thinking I was the reason he couldn't come, never speaking to me again. I haven't spoken to him or my mama til this day...It would be nice to talk to them again, catch up. But I'm sure that ain't gon happen.

But off of that sad ass subject. My uncle was apart of FMG2, the biggest, most powerful gang in Harlem- That is until Preston's Paps died and once we were old enough, we took over. Well as you know, Preston got in trouble with the feds a couple times and decided to move down here with his cousin Smokey. Hell I tagged along and here we are now, got two loyal, bomb ass females who have our back no matter what.

Naw, they don't know what we do for a living, but we plan to tell them soon....but as for Preston, I feel sorry for him. Karmela ain't gon take that news real well cause of what happened with her Paps. shit, while I'm talkin, Ion know how Kat gone take it. Her ole' crazy ass probably gon go ballistic.

But off of that.

I'm 6'4 in height, a sexy light skin but you already know that ;), and I'm 19 years old. Why I'm still a senior? My birthday's late, meaning I started preschool at the age of six which fucked me up but whatever. I'm easy as fuck to talk to as long as the conversation ain't shit bad and/or about me. But for right now, that's all you need to know.

 I washed up and hopped out of the shower, drying off and putting my shorts and boxers on.
I put a do rag over my head to keep my waves straight and threw my big towel over my shoulder.

The minute I swung my bathroom door open, I saw Katness silently sitting on my bed as she looked down, twiddling with her fingers.

"Girl, you almost got shot!" I laughed....but she didn't do or say anything. Which isn't normal cause y'all know Katness gotta big ass mouth and always got a come back for everything.