In which a young girl who has no family, no friends finds herself on the streets to survive on her own. Until she meets youngboy one of the biggest drug dealers in Baton Rouge, he gives her a job but soon starts to realise it isn't for her. He had o...
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Syné was walking around the mall while Kentrell slowly trailed behind her he didn't know shopping with a girl would be so much work. She was going in and out of nearly every shop since he told her she could get whatever she wanted and there was no budget.
He wasn't regretting telling her that but he was regretting tagging along, he'd usually just go in one or two shops and call it a day. This was the tenth shop they'd been in today and he couldn't take it.
"After this we done, this shit boring as fuck and you damn near bought the whole mall" he told her tiredly scratching his neck as he watched her pick up some jeans. "Okay" she simply replied shrugging.
She didn't care because she'd got everything she wanted already she was just being greedy now she needed him to tell her to stop, then she'd stop. They went to pay for the few things she got then left walking around the mall once more because they were both hungry.
"Can you hold these?" She asked youngboy politely once her arms got tired he nodding taking them from her holding them with no problem, they made their way to the food court and ordered their food.
"So what's your real name? Since you taking me shopping and shit, you trust me with your money so trust me with your name" she said biting into a single fry, looking to YB who was taking a sip from his sprite.
"Kentrell" he simply told her, feeling like he could trust her. "I'm allowed to call you that? Or do I have to call you 'boss' or 'yb' like everyone else" she asked weirdly.
"You don't be calling me boss or YB anyways, Ian never heard you call me by name" he shrugged biting into his chicken burger, wiping his mouth afterwards with a napkin.
Syné thought about it and agreed "true because we don't really talk.. you're always busy and being serious all the time" she laughed and so did he.
"You right I don't be having time to socialise, work is work. There's a time and a place shawty" he told her smiling.
"Mhm I get that, have you been in this business for a long time... you seem young" she bit her lip nervously hoping she wasn't asking him too much personal questions.
"Nah you cool, I see you bite your lip when you nervous" he caught on to her little habits already, he was paying attention to her a lot. She blushed nodding "but nah, I'm twenty baby girl. I been doing this shit since I was thirteen years old, my daddy gave this all up to me when he went in for life" he explained to her.
"Oh he a lifer? Is he as fine as you..." she smirked making me chuckle and shake his head "Ay bruh"
"I'm just playing" she wiped her mouth then messing with her fries. She felt his eyes on her she looked up to see him staring her down, like he wanted to fuck her right here and now. "Damn stop looking at me like that..." she told him shyly.
"You pretty I can't help it" he complimented and she smiled pushing her platinum blonde hair out her face "thank you.."
"How old you is?" He questioned realising he never asked, he was hoping she didn't say younger then eighteen he couldn't fuck with that. The oldest he hired was eighteen and over no younger. "Nineteen"
