Dating can be stressful. Try dating a man that's dealing with childhood trauma, personality disorder, and running a cartel. Christina Sanders, is in for a whirlwind with the oldest brother out of the Santiago clan. She's made an impact on Xavier, an...
Chris allowed her co-worker Shellie to drag her to the club. She wasn't feeling it at all. All she really wanted- was to be laid up under Xavier with a cup of Sugar Cinnamon Cookie coffee. Xavier had been blowing her up all day so she finally turned her phone off. She was nursing a bottle of water and watching Shellie dance with a cute guy. A figure blocked her line of vision, causing her to look up.
"You are one beautiful woman"
Chris took in his appearance. He had a neatly trimmed beard, dark chocolate skin, and a smile to die for. He was dressed like he worked on Wall Street.
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Chris couldn't deny he was attractive, but her heart and feelings were tied up into her sour patch.
"Thank you, but she's very much taken" a voice stated.
Soon as the arm wrapped around my waist I knew who it was. Chocolate smirked and walked off.
"Nigga been blowing ya line up" Xavier spoke, genuinely concerned.
Turning around, Chris was face to face with her best friend now. Chris didn't have a reason for not answering, she just didn't feel like talking.
"Got the notifications"
"What's Good Chris?
Lately everything and everyone had been irritating her. She wasn't sure why, or how it was happening. Felt like her world was crumbling for some reason.
Before she could respond gun shots went off around her. The bullets were all aiming at Xavier. X didn't have shit on him. He was only going to make sure she was straight.
"Your other gun is in the waistband" Chris stated, as another round went off hitting the post beside them.
Xavier grabbed the gun, and let off a few rounds. Ushering Chris to the door, he made eye contact with the same nigga from before. This was a straight setup.
"Ya plotting against us Christina?" the voice questioned, and Chris instantly picked up the transition.
Looking up she saw cold eyes staring at her. This wasn't Xavier or Devil. She wasn't aware of a third persona being present.
Before she could speak, his hand was wrapped around her neck. He squeezed until he saw tears drop down her face. Letting her face go, he stared into her eyes. She wasn't a liar. Just caught in a scheme.
Making her way to her car, she rubbed her neck. She could deal with X and Devil, but this Nightmare nigga- she wasn't liking him. Then she remembered she didn't drive, and she didn't see the "work friends" she rode with.
"Get in the car" he spoke, unlocking the doors.
Nightmare mind was racing until he heard the small sniffles from the passenger seat. He wasn't affectionate, or loving like his other counterparts. All he knew was survival and providing. He thought back to the one time he saw his mother crying-and how his dad stroked her hair and whispered words of endearment.
