After being abandoned by her father, Delicious Franks turned to the streets for protection. Selling her body and doing drugs brought her temporary comfort and warmth. Delicious found herself being pimped out and selling her body off to men. Without...
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"Let me go!" she shouted, her fury rising like wildfire as her voice blasted out through the car. "You don't have the right to just grab me like that!"
De'mon's glare was cold, his jaw tight with barely contained rage. "Shut the fuck up," he spat, not even looking at her as he slid into the driver's seat. He slammed the car into gear, tires screeching as they sped off. "I'm not in the mood for your bullshit tonight. You already pissed me off! Not another god damn word!"
Delicious snarled, slapping the back of the seat in frustration. "Nigga who the fuck you talking too like that! You got me fucked up! Take me back to Brutus right now! Not another god damn word!"
Delicious's eyes began to shift as they looked like they were gonna pop out of her head as she glared at De'mon with a enraged expression plastered on her face, "Imma yell and scream all motherfucking night bitch! Don't tell me to shut the fuck up!"
De'mon's hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly, his knuckles were white. "I'm the Nigga who just snatched you from Brutus, that's who the fuck I am? Once again, I said shut the fuck up!" His voice was low, barely contained, but his anger was obvious.
"Excuse me!" Delicious huffed in shock as she looked at De'mon with widened eyes! Delicious was too hot and there were no words to explain it. A vein formed at the base of her neck as she glared at De'mon. Who the fuck was this monkey ass nigga talking too! Delicious never had felt a anger like this boil down in her stomach like this. This moment was the true definition of having to laugh and not cry. Delicious wanted to slam De'mon's head against the steering wheel and beat his ass.
"Nigga, who are you talking too," Delicious yelled as she turned her body towards him. The tension in the car got so thick that the temperature drastically changed causing fog to roll up on the windows. De'mon's red eyes glowed bright as fire danced in his pupils. At this moment the two were in a head lock of anger and dark tension. Delicious had no clue who this red head big ugly monster ass old man was talking too but she honestly wanted to beat his ass and bite him. How dare he speak to her as if she was some whore off the street!
"You heard what the fuck I said the first time don't let me repeat myself!" De'mon replied with a snarl. The anger in his eyes could not be contained as he looked at Delicious. Not only was he angry, but he was also disappointed in her.
