Gunz To The Wind | #Wattys2019

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(EXCUSE ALL TYPOS🤷🏾‍♀️)

Once again the rain and thunder kept Tatum from getting any fucking sleep. It was going on 3 in the morning and the thunder roared loudly causing Tay to groan and toss around his queen bed.

"Man." Tay smacked his teeth as he sat up and ran his large hands down his head full of waves to see if the durag he placed over it hours ago was still there.

He stood to his full height of 6'3 and walked into his conjoined bathroom to his master bedroom. Standing in front of the mirror staring deep into his own eyes, memories from his childhood flooded his mind. All he could see was his mother laying her hands on him once again, her ugly scowl she did when she was yelling at him, or the dingy white tank she always wore that smelt of weed and alcohol.

Tay snapped out of his trance and turned on the cold water and ran it down his face. He made his way back to his room, turning back on his tv and grabbing his iPhone 8+ from the nightstand.

He scrolled through social media, liking random statuses and reading his dm that consisted for women trying to shoot their shot at the young paid tattoo artist. There wasn't a single doubt that Tay was handsome as fuck but something inside of him couldn't do relationships for too long. Low key his mama destroyed all the love that he had.

She was supposed to be the first ever woman he would love but instead she turned out to be a nightmare. She wasn't always that way. It's just when her latest boyfriend, a drug dealer, got her addicted to that white girl she went bat shit crazy. Before it all she was the sweetest lady the hood had ever seen.

"Them drugs done turned Debora out. She used to be the sweetest thing around these parts." The old ladies would say.

It hurt Tay to the core that his mother was that way. Yeah he was ten times stronger than her and could easily toss her to the side but that was his mom so he wouldn't dare to touch her. She took that shit to an advantage too. Punching, kicking, and sometimes spitting to see how riled up Tay would get.

As he got older, he never kept a girlfriend for long. Shit to be honest he looked at women like sex objects. He didn't have a mother or father to teach him the ropes of love so he used bitches for a quick fuck or suck sometimes both. He was closed off on feeling anything emotional for any female.

Deciding that he wasn't about to get inside his head for much longer he connected his phone to his Beats pill and played some J Cole. Sooner or later he was knocked out.

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"What's good bruh?" Kal asked his cousin as he walked into the shop.

Tay sent a slight head nod and walked into his office. He tossed off his denim jacket revealing a white tee and dark jeans with Jordan's. He blew breath in his hand as he sat at his station, getting his equipment ready for his first client.

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"Nyla wake your ass up and come with me to get this tattoo please." Kaylin asked her sleeping cousin.

"Bitch did you seriously just wake me up about a damn tattoo? Ask Monty to go with you. Get the hell out Kay!" Nyla said as she turned back on her side and closed her eyes again.

Seconds later she felt her bed dip and just knew that Kay was up to no damn good. She stood on top of Nyla's bed and began to jump screaming please over and over again.

""Monty come get your dumb ass girlfriend for I beat her head in!" Nyla screamed as she turned on her side, knocking Kay over.

"He's gone to work. Ha! So now you have to come with me. Go get ready." Kay smiled devilishly and left out the room.

"That bitch." Nyla said as she got out of bed and walked to her conjoined bathroom.

She & Monty grew up together until Monty and Kay met at a strip club and decided to give love a try. Monty loved Kaylin even more when he found out she was kin to Nyla. They had been together for three years now and on the verge of marriage. Nyla on the other hand was very single. The three friends decided to get an apartment together.

Thirty minutes later, Nyla exited her room with a clear attitude and dressed in a tank top with ripped jeans and Balenciaga runners in white. Her hair was a puff on top of her head.

"Finally." Kaylin smiled as she grabbed her bag and they locked up then headed to Kaylin's cocaine BMW.

"Aw damn c'mon Ny. It's not like you had to work today. Damn smile bitch." Kay joked as she twerked playfully in her seat to "Thick" by OT Genasis.

Fifteen minutes later, they pulled up to Tatted Up a tattoo parlor owned by some guy named Tatum. Some people who went to him said his work was off the charts amazing but his attitude was terrible. He never smiled and was so damn closed off.

A bell went off as the door opened and all eyes went to the two beauties who walked in.

"Hi, I'm Kaylin. I had a call in with Tatum."

"Ok. You wanted the back piece?" A beautiful girl with a warming smile asked as she typed on the computer.

"Yes."

"Ok. Lemme assist you ladies to his area." She stood to her feet and led the way down the hall to the last room on the right.

"Tay?"

"What up?" A deep voice asked on the other side.

"Kaylin is here for a back piece."

"Let her in."

The girl opened the door for the ladies and led them inside. She smiled as she turned on her heels.

The first one Tatum saw was the beautiful one in the simple outfit while her friend was dressed in a tight dress and name brand sneakers. She took his damn breath away.

In the matter of seconds, Tatum felt a feeling he never felt before.

Pure attraction. He was intrigued as hell with this one girl he didn't even know nor the emotion he was experiencing either.

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So I literally just started writing this shit(well no i lied. i actually started this december2017 but i had got bored so i tapped on this and decided to try to fill some stuff in cus i literally only had like 300 words for this chapter then i stopped) so I don't have any plans for it IF i continue it.

Lemme know if I should continue y'all.

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