The drugs life

chapter 4

              TaraP.O.V

Spice did what she said she was going to do let copper pick us up. She had on her micheal kors gold and white dress with the matching purse and heels . While I had on the black dress she got for me earlier hugging on my body like gloves and the black christian louboutin heels, I guess copper gave her the money to buy all of this I'm grateful for it though a bitch aint complaining. I never wore these shit before not even went into the store much less .

Copper wasn't a talkative person but spice crazy ass just had to start an argument with him about some bullshit so the tension was in the car all the way to his friend house.

As we pulled up I saw all type of fucking cars which I only see rappers, actors and drugs dealer push and they weren't any actors or no rappers so I knew they must be some fucking drugs dealer. "what the fuck I have gotten my self into dear god" I thought to my self.

I entered the house which had strippers all over pussy showing, tittes all over bouncing around, the house was fill with liquor,bitches and niggas holding stacks of money throwing it at the big asses. I couldn't even get a look at the furniture's because in here is so pack

I took a glass of champagne that the butt ass naked waitress was serving walking around with the tray. Bitches theses days.

I scan the house feeling so uncomfortable sitting on a bar stood, spice bitch ass left me as she went off to make things up with copper I guess. Just as I took the last sip of my drink I saw the same sharp cut most handsome man I've saw earlier at work looking shock as ever as we made eye contact.

I grew more uncomfortable and nervous but I tried to play cool as he makes his way towards me

"Oh shit he's making his way" I fixed my dress as my forehead began to sweat.

Kings P.O.V

I wore my Versace sweatshirt, my Versace pants,a yellow Giuseppe  Zanotti shoe, few Ice on my neck and my rolli on my hand a nigga was freezing. I took another puff at the blunt I was smoking on and then took a sip of the moscato. Bad bitches all over I watch as their ass jiggle bitches showing me their tongue ring I just smiled because the things I would do with that mouth, I shook my head.

To my surprise I made eye contact with the girl I saw earlier at olive garden, little mama looked different way different a good different, shawdy look bad. But what the fuck she doing here who the fuck invited her? Was she fucking one of my homies, but she doesn't look like that type to go around fucking with niggas like them including me, a thug self made nigga, king of the fucking streets. For some strange reason I just felt like she's mines, like she should be screaming my name Lamar Smith and my name only . I shook off the feeling and got up walking to towards her moving each nigga that was in my way.

As I stopped and stood over her getting a clear view of her beautiful face. Wait I've never called a woman beautiful before except for my mother and sister Leah .Little mama had a pair of dark brown eyes, some high cheek bone, a nice structured face, her curly hair rest on her shoulders as she daze, she would bring some beautiful kids for sure.

"Can I help you?" she asked looking a bit tense, was she afraid of me I wonder who told her about the murders I've done in my life.

"sup mommi"..... I stutter, she gave me a weak smile

"I'm not your mother sir I'm Tara" she said stretching out her hand for me to shake it but a bitch never ever disrespect me, not once but imma let this one slide.

I gave her a smile and pull her body off the stool pulling her into a hug "and I'm king". "Why are you so tense you scared or something ?" I asked curious looking at her plumb lip with red lipstick on.