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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We were....well I was sitting down in one of the traps questioning Draco. Everybody else was just standing around glaring at Draco like he ain't just save our lives.
Kyden and Zay had there guns ready to kill Draco at any given moment and Monty and Malcom were angry at me because I was being KIND to Draco. Danae was standing next to my brother with her hand on his shoulder trying to calm him and Briana was just looking at Draco.
Draco had an ice pack that I HAD TO GET FOR HIM because nobody gives a fuck about Draco right now, on his eye because it was slowly turning black and blue.
"I'm sorry but did he just knock yo ass out or did he give you a chance to fight back?" I asked again for the third time.
"Malia I told you already that he just knocked my ass out. That motherfucka strong." He said and I nodded.
My dad is strong as fuck, he punch me I'll probably die my little ass.
"Why would he do that though? Thought you were the better son." My brother said obviously in his feelings a bit.
"He knocked my ass out because I was defending Malia when he had niggas kidnap her and because I have a smart ass mouth." Draco said.
"See he got yo ass good to." Kyden mumbled and I surpressed a laugh.
"Why should we believe you though?" Monty asked.
"Bitch do you see my eye?" Draco said taking the ice pack.
"Yeah bitch we see it but the question is can you see out of it?" Zay asked and I started dying.
He so fucking mean, this why I love him.
Draco put the ice pack back on his eye and looked at me. Yeah I feel bad for laughing but that shit was funny.
"I'm sorry but you know that shit was funny." I said to Draco and he just rolled his one good eye making me laugh even more. My brothers laughed too and I knew it was making Draco upset so I stopped because I still had more questions.
"iight my bad, how did he know we were coming? This wasn't Malcom's idea." I said.
Dad taught Malcom the game not me, Malcom taught me and he's teaching me.
"Because dad knew what he said got under Malcom's skin and as you can see it did. He knew Malcom needed a new strategy and Malcom trusts you more than anybody. Dad spent literally the entire fucking day thinking about what the fuck you would do in the situation Malia." Draco said and took a deep breath before speaking again.
"He's scared of you Malia." Draco said and I looked at him.
Carlos Cortez, my father? Scared of me? That nigga ain't scared of nobody. The way his ass was talking to me didn't showed no fucking fear at all, but then again who the fuck gonna show fear talking to a little ass girl? I'm an 18 year old girl in the body of a 12 year old.
