Til the Last Bullet UNDER CONTRUCTION

Chapter 6:

2 weeks later...

Namiko

Ever since my last date with Miliano, we've been talking every day and seeing each other almost as often. My father knows about us, but he doesn't really know how he feels about it. I understand he's trying to protect me from the so called thug life even though I was raised in it. Regardless of what everyone says, I'm going to continue to see Miliano. Period.

My eyes fluttered open as I woke from my beautiful slumber. My eyes met Miliano's as he proceeded to towel dry his beautiful skin. I examined his dripping wet body half wrapped in a towel. I licked my lips as I tried to shake out the dirty thoughts in my head.

"Ain't this where staring got you last time?" He asked in his cocky tone. I rolled my eyes, but, mentally I blushed. I know that he will constantly remind me what he can do to me.

"Whatever!" I scoffed back at him. Ever since I met him, my life has been different; better in more ways than one. But these types of things only last for a moment. Nothing gold can stay.

"Let's chill today instead of going out. I'll order Chinese if you want it." Smirking, I settled back in bed. Why argue with something good.
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following day...
Miliano

I pulled up to the driveway of the trap house somewhere in the hood. I risked my life everyday just to be a couple of thousand dollars richer. I should care about me continuing to breathe, but I'm fully committed to the streets. The streets are what I know. To me it's home. I do whatever it takes to make my life better than my childhood. Slanging. Killing. Cooking. It doesn't matter.

I received my mission to go and find some slimy nigga and kill him off from Big E. By the way he talked to me today compared to when I first starting working for him I knew I was really with the thought of me being with his daughter.

Gun shots shattered my thoughts. I started to load up my 9mm and shot back at the unidentified person. I felt my flesh sting as the bullet slid across my skin. I was set up and the pain of that realization was more painful than the actual wound. I let the darkness drag me under as I lie in a pool of my blood.