L-O-V-E a four letter word, defined as a strong feeling or affection for something or someone.
She doesnt believe in love, because of what occurred in her past. She avoids it at all costs. But what happens when she meets someone with the same perspe...
Bryson was currently on his way to pay his father a visit. Him and the guys had finally came up with a plan; and part 1 of the plan was finally coming to action.
Jermaine, Chris, and Anthony were currently at the trap trying to clean up and rebag their items.
They had alot of work to do, but with determination and a couple of blunts they can get through it.
Bryson finally pulled up to his father's mansion like home after a long ass ride. The guards nooded at him with recognition filling their eyes.
"Home shitty home" Bryson mumbled to himself walking in the house.
"Son I havent seen you in what 2, 3 years" his father said smirking with venom filling his voice.
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"Yah I believe so anyways lets cut the shit, why you making hits on my trap".
Rick (his father) laughed humorlessly "Why would I, a highclass nigga fuck with ya little trap, the little faith you have in your father"
"You stopped being my father when you killed CJ but if its war you want its war you finna get". Bry shouted.
"Dont think I aint seen that little thick pretty sister of yours I guess her stepfather's dick really payed off."
Rick new exactly what he was doing. Fucking with Bry's mind. Bryson pulled his gun from his waistband out of anger.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you" Rick said as three bodyguards approached him with their guns ready to shoot and kill him effortlessly.
Bryson spit on the floor and yelled "fuck you nigga" he then approached the entrance going to leave.
"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer bitch". Rick muttered and turned around being done with their conversation.
Pissed wasn't a good word to describe Bryson at the moment. He was livid.
At Alena's crib her and Gena were packing up all their clothes and items. Bryson had informed them that they would be moving for safety purposes; and because he was tired of that small ass apartment.
There was a knock on the door disrupting their packing. Alena walked over and noticed it was Renae. They had gotten much closer after their discussion in class.
"Hey boo" Renae said walking in the apartment.
"Heyy" Alena dragged while going to the fridge for some ice.
"Renae this is my bestfriend Gena; Gena thats Renae".
You know that feeling you get about someone not having good intentions. Gena was getting those exact same feelings about Renae. "Something is up with that girl" She thought to herself going back in the room getting all her personal items.
"You need any help packing" Renae asked leaning against the door checking out her freshly manicured nails.
"Nah im straight" Gen said. She was very superstitious. She didnt know anything about homegirl and she wasnt bout to trust her touching her stuff.
