Justify my thug.

Doing me ||63||

Two years later.. (y'all good didn't miss or skip anything this is where I want it to be placed!)

Sparkle

I woke up with heavy arms over me and I turned around to kiss him but he wasn't who I thought he was. I jumped up and hurried out of the bed. He looked up "Where yo' ass goin'?" His sleepy voice said

"I'm sorry but who are you?" I said putting my clothes back on.

He laughed "You don't remember nothing huh? But I'm killa." He said flashing his million dollar smile I looked away

"Well Killa I have a boyfriend at home and he's probably worried sick that I didn't come home last night," I told him gathering my things

He chuckled "Well your a stripper, a fine one what do he expect? Your the finest out."

He was right but the thing is Tray doesn't know I'm a stripper and he's not going to know. I work on clothes at night that's what he knows. I am the finest I guess because every since I moved here two years ago a lot of niggas been on me like a lot. The girls I strip with hates me. But out here on the streets I'm known for pinky not my real name. So Tray will never hear of me of what I'm doing. "Yeah.. I guess your right,"

"Come on ma, I'm killa, of course I'm right." He laughed

"Are you a- a thug or something?" I asked

"Biggest drug dealer out, you see the house your in this is my house." He shrugged

"Oh well it's nice meeting you killa." I said while leaving him right there.

I don't even know why the fuck I'm here. I got inside of my car and thought. I fucked up ughh why do life have to be like this. I pulled out of killa's nice mansion and I'm scared as fuck it's 10:26 in the morning I hope he's not woke.

Mo

I woke up making coffee and feeding my little babygirl Lola.

Looking just like her daddy, hair and all. She's definitely a goddess. She's a mommy's and daddy's little girl she is so spoiled. Yes it's just me and her living together in a nice townhouse