❝ It's only a game. Calm down. ❞
What happens when an innocent game of "kiss, marry, kill" turns out to be not so innocent? In which 18 year old, Yasmin; soon realizes that when she'll have to bring the rules of the game to reality. There's no esc...
IMPORTANT: I've re-editing a few chapter's in this book. (CHAPTERS 1-3) and some of the characters have been changed. I've been having a hard time fitting the face-claims that I have currently with my character's personality's. I've decided to change ZICO'S and SIMMY'S faceclaims. (PLEASE, GO BACK TO THE FIRST CHAPTER IN THIS BOOK AND SEE THE NEW CHARACTERS)
XOXO – Sully
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Chapter 13 | Mother Like Daughter Word count |4,451 Mature content| semi-smut
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Zico P.O.V
I wrote up part of my daily report, that was assigned to me by one of the wack ass judges that stopped by because my court hearing was still pending. A young officer approached my cell, "Ay, you got a visitor."
I examined the dude's I.D., irritated he just walked up here disturbing my thinking. "Officer Zander. Am I pronouncing that right?"
"Yeah, that's my name, Zander."
"Cool, so who do fuck you think you are walking up- wait," I pause looking at his tag again.
Zander Clayton, "I haven't seen you before" considering the fact the I've been in this hell for many times and knew almost all the wack ass niggas that worked here. "How long you been a police officer?"
"Today's my first day. I just got out of the academy." he informs me, with a dumb smile.
I stand up from the bed and walk over to the bars to introduce myself, flashing a fake smile. "Well, Zander. I'm Zico"
"I know who you are. I read your papers and my sister is a big fans of yours. I'd assume your lawyers would've had you got this place by now."
"I'll be out here by tomorrow," I smirk
"How? If you're gonna break out, I'll-"
"Bail, nigga. Bail"
"Oh, you just seem like the type to-" He quickly stopped himself and I was ready to reach my hand between those two bars and chock this little fucker out.
"Ight. Who's the visitor, what does he want?"
"It's not a he, it's a she. She's about thirty, and very nice looking. Hot actually. That's just my opinion. What she wants is to talk to you."
