Enough said.

❝ bound ❞

Narrative POV.

Zoey carried Zonnique inside his apartment, placing her on the couch. He placed her crutches against the wall nearby. The two hadn't said a word since the disagreement in the car. Zonnique honestly wanted to be home in her bed, not here with some guy she barely knew. She uncomfortably sat on his plush sofa fiddling with her fingers. Never a moment in her life has she backed down from someone. But Zoey was different. She knew he didn't take shit from anyone just like her. They were almost one in the same.

"Aye what's yo name again?" he asked looking down at her.

"Why?" She scoffed discreetly rolling her eyes.

"Look you need to check yourself 'cause you're in my shit now. Don't disrespect me-"

"Okay! You're not going to talk to me like I'm one of your little bitches either. I don't give a damn whose shit I'm in nigga!" Zonnique snapped back, furiously. Her face began turning red as did his.

Zoey balled his fist up refraining from hurting her. No one had ever stood up to him so it made him feel less of a man. He unballed his fist letting out a deep and frustrated sigh.

"I ain't even tryna' argue with you shorty. Just watch yo mouth in my house" he said before walking down the hallway to his bedroom, leaving her alone.

Zonnique sucked her teeth and pulled out her cellphone. Her phone had been buzzing ever since the shooting. Some were kids from school asking if she was okay. She replied to most of the texts and saw a miss call. It was from Victor. She cursed under her breath before dialing his number.

"Zonnique! What the hell happened? I told you not to make yourself a target and you do the exact opposite!" Victor yelled over the phone, in his thick hispanic accent.

"Yo chill.. I just got shot! How was I suppose to know his bloods would come for us? We killed Pac for you so your greedy ass could shut up" She replied with an attitude. She never got smart with Victor but as of this point, she was fed up.

He paused for a few seconds before laughing. "You think I give a fuck about that right now? You need to be out there making my money little girl-"

Zonnique hung the phone up then groaned loudly. She was slowly becoming tired of working for Victor. She wanted her own hustle. She didn't want to sell for someone that wasnt willing to give half the profit.  She needed to quit and start her on hustle, that way she didn't have to worry about anything.

Zoey POV.

     The following morning, I woke up from a deep sleep and swung my feet off the bed standing up. I walked over to the window then looked out. A frustrated sigh left my lips. It looks even worst than yesterday outside. The snow was at least six inches and it was nonstop. I can't believe this shit. I shook my head before walking out the room. As I approached the bathroom door and opened it, there a loud screech. I rolled my eyes forgetting that this broad is still here. She gave me a death glare before grabbing the toothpaste. I scoffed and snatched it out her hand, squirting some on my toothbrush. She did the same and we both began brushing our teeth. I occasionally looked over; checking her out. She had these shorts on that fit her ass like glove I couldn't help but stare. I'm not going to lie, shorty fine or whatever but she acts like a bitch. I ain't feeling allat.

"You need some help?" I asked watching her struggle to walk.

She hesitantly nodded not looking at me. I picked her up then carried her into the living room onto the sofa.

"Uh..."

"Zonnique, my fucking name is Zah-neek" she snarled.

"Aight chill out witcho ghetto ass. By the looks of it you gone be here for awhile so I'd advise you to chill" I warned before walking into the kitchen. She got me all the way fucked up. If she wasn't a female I would've been popped her ass. Her mouth too smart.