Quavious Marshall ( Quavo Huncho) got a past that might be an effect on his future that may break hearts, hurt or may even kill people.....find out what happens 🤦🏽♀️
sex , violence , drug use, romance,drama , etc.
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I got inside my car, calling up Bryson. "Wassup?" He answers.
"Aye B, I need you to meet me at the Marriott. We gotta be low with this shit so we can get this nigga." I say.
Bryson sigh. "You serious right now? I thought we were going slow about things."
I scoffed. "The nigga is with her right now! We gotta do this today Bryson."
"Alright bruh calm down. You said you at the Marriott right?"
"Yeah."
"I'm on my way." He says.
We hung up and I sat in the car waiting.
Mohini,
Quavo and I pulled up to this nice looking restaurant.
"Are you okay?" He asked me as he gently grabbed my chin and turned my head to face him.
"Ye-Yes I'm fine." I lied. I honestly was shooked...I was afraid to go back to the hotel.
"Mo...you seem scared."
I sighed. "Quavo...I don't want you to get hurt dealing with me. This was nice of you to at least bring me here but seriously Marcus is crazy and he will try to hurt you."
He began to laugh. "That light skin nigga not gone do shit. He's a bitch he rather hit on a female then to fight a man."
I actually agreed with him. Marcus was so quick to hit me but he was just all talk when it came to about to fight a man.
"Listen. We finna go in here and eat good then afterwards we can go wherever you want to...Okay?" He says to me.
"Okay."
He let me out the car then walked inside the restaurant while holding my hand.
Dinner was going good and we've got to get to know each other. He seems like a good person...better than Marcus...but Marcus wasn't like this at first, people can really change.
After dinner we got back to his car. "What do you want to do?"
"You can just take me back to the hotel." I say.
The drive there was kind of silent and once we arrived we talked a little more.
"I appreciate this Quavo, thank you so much."
"Anytime, we can do this again baby." He says showing off his grills.
I'm not sure what was happening but we both were leaning in to kiss each other.
Man I didn't wanna pull away.
Marcus,
I was sitting here waiting on Bryson then he finally arrived , he hopped out his car and entered mines.
"Took you long enough."
"Aye shut up."
We sat there for over an hour waiting until we seen a car pull up.
"Aye I think that's them." I say.
Bryson loaded up his gun and put his hood over his head ready.
"Why the fuck they in the car so fucking long?" I asked angrily.
"You my homie and all but they can be doing 3 things. Talking,kissing, or fucking. But look I'm just assuming." He says holding his hands up in defense.
"You really need to shut up." I say sternly.
We seen the driver side door open and out came that nigga Quavo, walking over to Mo side to open her door.
"Alright lets do this."
Bryson got out the car and tip-toed to his car immediately hiding behind it.
Mohini,
Quavo wrapped his arms around my waist and looked me in my eyes. "I really do hope we can go out again, I enjoy you so much." He says licking his lips that I wanted to kiss again.
"Of course we can, I had a good time."
He leaned in to kiss me but we were interrupted by some person walking up on us with a hoodie and a gun in his hand.
"Aye nigga don't fucking move! Let this shit happened!" The dude says.
Quavo moved me behind him. "Aye at least let her go inside the building."
And the dude agreed. As I was about to walk away it was like everything played in slow motion.
He shot me instead of Quavo...I immediately fell to the ground wincing in pain and putting pressure on the side of my stomach where I was shot. I lifted my hand up to see blood all over my hand.
The dude immediately ran away and Quavo took his white T off and tried to put pressure on my wound with it to stop the bleeding.
I'm not sure how but Marcus came to me. "B-Baby! Baby you okay!"
I didn't say anything but Quavo pushed him causing him to fall on his back.
"This probably your fault!"
"Nigga shut the fuck up! I was just...just driving past and I seen her!"
"You expect us to believe that? This probably a whole set up! Now back up before I really curb stomp your ass!" Quavo shouts.
They were just going back and forth arguing when 911 should've been called.
With my bloody hand I touched Quavo's shoulder. "Ca....Call the ...the POLICE DAMMIT!" I shout.
They both pulled out there phones dialing and calling at the same time.
My eyes were filling droopy, I'm not sure if I was just too weak or I was for sure about to take my last breath.
"They're on the way! Stay woke okay baby girl." Quavo says to me propping my head up on his lap.
Marcus angrily stood up and paced back and forth.
Marcus,
That bitch Bryson gone shoot my girl then leave...I'm not sure if he meant to but this nigga really fucked up and owes me my money back.
I walked away a little bit to dial his number, after 4 rings he picked up.
"Did you shoot her by accident?!" I sorta yelled.
"Nah man, fuck both of y'all. I couldn't shoot him, me and Q cool . Y'all both was mad over a bitch so I did y'all a favor ... if she die then both of y'all can't have her problem solved." He says before hanging up.
