It was 2am and hot as hell and it wasn't no better that they were playing knuck if you buck loud as hell.
Daisy was fully drunk, Ryder caked up with Kane and I was alone in the club. Bad part was that I had had a couple of shots so I was kinda leaning myself. But I was really ready to go somewhere and lay down.
I went walking through the club for somewhere less loud. It was kinda dark in the hallways but I was desperate.
I opened this one door and it was like a closet so I kept going.
As I kept walking I heard voices, male voices.
I kept walking until I was standing in front of this door. I slowly opened it and peeked in.
"If I was trying to run off with yo money I wouldn't be here."
Smoke and some guy stood talking but Smoke had his hand around his waist area not saying a thing, the guy was doing all of the talking.
"You in the club throwing money, that's my money." Smoke said calm.
The dude sucked his teeth.
"You know what.." POP!" Smoke upped a gun from his pants quick and shot dude point blank in the head.
I started throwing up everywhere scared and disgusted.
"Who tf is that?" I heard him say.
I backed into the wall before throwing up again..
"Arely what you doin' back here." He said putting his gun in his pants.
"I was just tryna chill." I said my stomach hurting. I was slumped.
"Get up." He said.
I struggled so he helped me up by my arm practically dragging me from the crime scene.
"Where Daisy and Ryder." He asked me.
"Idk." I said whining a lil bit. I was about to fall but he grabbed me wrapping both his arms around me.
"Fuck!" He said.
"Aye you gotta walk Arely. Stand up." He said.
"I'm trying." I told him.
He pulled me through the back door of the club pulling out his phone to call someone. Probably Daisy to come and get me idk.
We went to his car where he helped me in and got in himself before speeding off.
He was steady calling people but no one was answering.
I fell asleep..
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I woke up hearing the television.
My head ached bad asf especially since I was sitting up. The big flat on the wall was showing the news of a murder.
"You good?" I heard someone say.
It was Smoke standing by watching it. He then turned it off.
I looked down at the covers before pushing them off of me noticing I was only in a big shirt.
"You had throw up and sh*t everywhere." He said. Probably knowing what I was thinking.
"My bad." I said embarrassed a lil.
He did a head nod.
"What time is it?" I asked him.
"4." He said.
I groaned. My head was spinning.
"Chill." He said. "You at my place you can crash." He said.
I nodded and laid my back against the headboard.
"You hungry?" He asked me.
"...nah, think imma just sleep this off." I tried to assure him.
"Yea, cause you detailing my car when you get up." He suddenly said.
"That's fine, but do I get to drive it?" I said being funny.
"Maybe so, couple more weeks you should have yo own, two or three maybe." He said. He walked toward what looked like a patio door leading to the balcony. He pulled the curtain back and opened it stepping out. "Get some rest I'm out here smoking." He turned around and said.
I nodded, I had been watching him the whole time. No shirt,
I laid down forcing myself to sleep. I was just about to be deep in when I felt the bed move. Smoke was getting in but my back was facing him.
This was a big bed so there was plenty of room not that I would feel some type of way if he did touch me.
But I was shocked when he finally did fall asleep, his arm latched around my waist while he'd moved closer to me.
Good GOD!
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Thugging With My Thuggette
Mystery / ThrillerIn the cold streets of Chicago, Arely Daniels is barely living through the storms. Her life takes a whole 360 when a couple of thugs come into her home one night to collect money from her mom. Arely gets caught up in the life of violence and crime w...
