My dad was a drug lord, biggest drug lord there was. His name was Carlos Cortez but in the streets they called him Lucien, why? I don't know and I don't care. My dad kept me away from everything that he did in the streets, he even changed my name ju...
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The van had finally stopped and I watched as the niggas opened the door and got out. One grabbed me roughly pulling my ass out the van.
"Stop being so damn rough, I am still a girl you know. You can have a little respect." I said getting tired of people putting they damn hands on me.
I looked to see that we was in a neighborhood that I didn't recognize, it was kind of like Malcom neighborhood that white people area. We walked up to a house that looked really nice and fancy. The niggas opened the door and we walked in. The house was also nice on the inside too.
They pulled me into the livingroom and pushed me down on the couch.
"Okay I wanna fight yo ass." I said and tried to stand back up but the nigga only pushed me back down on the couch and then they walked off, leaving me here.
They do realize that I can escape right? Well shit today might be my lucky day after all.
I looked around for anybody before getting up and creeping my ass to the door. I quickly unlocked the door and opened it. I froze seeing the person who was standing there like they knew exactly what I was doing.
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"You don't look to happy to see me babygirl." He said and I was just standing there shocked as fuck.
What the fuck am I supposed to say to this nigga? He's trying to kill my brother his own fucking son. He left us for another family. Oh my fucking god is this his house? I'm in these people's house?
I started walking backwards never taking my eyes off of him. I've never been scared of my dad until now, knowing all the shit he did was one thing but after seeing the shit it's different. This man had people break into my house and he shot me in the leg. He shot at my family, his fucking family and he doesn't even care. The look in his eyes says it all, I'm staring right at death himself.
"You don't have to be scared of me Malia, I'm your father." He said walking into the house and closing the door behind him.
"Y-yo-your not my father!" I yelled and turned around ready to run but I came face to face with someone's hard ass chest. I looked up to see Draco smiling down at me.
