Angel POV
So Things with King and I are going good and we are a lot more happier then ever.
King POV
Angel and I have been going good together. Man I swear that girl makes my life better her and the kids.
Man something don't feel right. I mean. Not with Angel or the kids but with the game. Like some shits bout to happen.
So I called up my nigga Syn.
"Aye nigga,where u at?"
"The trap."
"Aye Nigga I got the feeling that something is going to pop off." just then shots went off in the background.
"Hold on king I'm put u on mute and stay in the office to pop these niggas when they come up in here. "
"Alright." so while I'm on mute I put Syn on mute also so I can get ready. As I'm bout to walk out the room in comes Angel. Oh shit I forgot.
"Where the hell u goin."
"Bae I'm sorry some shit just went down at the warehouse and i need to go help Syn."
"Ok so what am I'm gonna do stay here by myself unprotected?"
"True. I got u bae come here I need to show u something."
Than I take her to the walk in closet and show her the guns.
"Here take this on and this one and this one and this one."
"Ok."
"U know how to use em cause I showed u how."
"Yeah I do."
"Ok I love u and the kids so much u guys r my life."
"We love u to now go."
"Ok I'll send on of my boys over to check on u. Ak."
"Ak? is that boys name."
"Yeah I got to go"
"Ok love u."
"Love u to."
Some than I leave out the house and head to the trap. Lord please be it me am And my future wife and kids. Amen.
Angel POV
So I'm sitting on the cough with the guns in my hands and then I hear so one knock at the door. I go and see who it is.
"Who is it?" I say in my manly voice.
"Ak." they say back. Oh the nigga doing his rounds on me. Ok.
So I open the door and to my surprise it's. Cliff hanger.
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My thug life
Fiksi UmumThis book is bout Angel and she has every thing that a teen could have until she meets a thug at school. Is it all gonna be worth it her boyfriend getting killed and mom starting off happy but goes In stress when her husband goes missing . Will she...
