Who do you trust most your loved ones or your lover? - When these two New Yorkers meet intense feelings between them begin to form much to the displeasure of others around them. Both Nasir Jones and Nicki Maraj faith in love is put through the ultim...
Queens, NYC 7:25 PM Gary Wilson (from the bar in chap8) .
I was fixing the inner tube on my bike when I saw Chris running down the street booty naked with nothing but socks on.
I burst into immediate laughter at the scene looking around for my phone so I could post him on world star. He saw me seeing him as he jogged over. "Get back! WorldStar!!" I told him backing away but I was still laughing cuz the entire thing was funny to me.
"Let me see your phone?" He asked.
"Nah n*gga I don't know where yo fingers been." I frowned, staring down at his hands which covered his balls and shit.
"Gimme the fucking pho-" he urged snatching my phone away and pushing me from retrieving it from him.
"My mama brought me that phone," I shouted.
"Fuck yo mama now move before I beat yo fat ass."
I watched as Chris starts typing away on my phone like it's his or something.
"Hey, B?
Imma need you to bring the whip around I'm on 38th street near pawns and the pizza place. Bruh just brings the whip around. I got yo fucking money but come get me and shit imma need a favor—take care of somebody for me. You know what I mean and bring me some clothes too," he was telling the person on the other end of the phone.
I heard a lot about Chris growing up in the borough that he was a good kid that fell into the wrong lifestyle after his brother got whacked' for doing the same shit he does now my mama tol' me to stay away from him cos he was nothing but bad news til now I ain't ever witnessed it just heard about all the foul things he do.
Minutes Later a Black truck pulled up as Chris hopped in—the truck reminded me of something the president would roll in I was so stuck on stupid staring at the truck I forgot this n*gg* had my phone.
"My phone," I said' Chris tossed the phone in my direction as I hold my hands out to catch as the phone goes crashing to the concrete of the sidewalk instantly cracking as Chris drove off.
Man, I hate his guts.
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A/N: "take care of someone for me"
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Most of this book was already prewritten which is why I am able to give 4 chapters each week but I'm noticing the views and votes aren't matching up
Each chapter up until now has at least 100 or 200 views with less than 20 votes 😒😔😒
If you are enjoying this story then let me know by clicking the star that's the only how I as the author know that what I'm writing isn't trash
I see stories with no plots, spelling errors every chapter, no character build-up get thousands upon thousands of views, votes, and comments so I don't understand maybe I'm doing something wrong
