Breeiana White has it all set. She has goals set ahead, along with things that she wants to accomplish. When she meets the right-hand for the most infamous & notorious cartel in the state, she and he have to face several trials and tribulations. Wil...
"What the fuck..." Bree said, groggily. She heard knocking at her window. She sighed as she got up from the bed, flipping the covers off of her and moving her curtains to the side to see the one person she didn't want to.
"What, Marc?" She answered after she pulled up her window a little bit. "Can we talk? Please," Marc asked. Bree sighed, lifting her window up for him to climb in and sat back in her bed. Checking her phone, she saw that it was 4:22AM.
She watched as Marc climbed in and sat in her computer chair. "I'm sorry, Bree." He said. She was so tired of that same line from him. Slept with her friend- sorry. Called her out her name- sorry. It was old and tiring.
"I don't want your sorry, Marc. You keep saying it as if it's going to change anything." She told him, crossing her arms.
"C'mon, Tink.. I miss you so much." Marc pleaded, scooting toward her and grabbing her hand. She jerked her hand back. "Oh well. You disgust me, you know that? I couldn't even lay in my own bed without thinking of you and that snake ass bitch fucking in it."
Marc only shook his head, feeling ashamed. He, Reaina and Bree were hanging out one day, and when Aiya left to get something to eat from a fast food place, Marc found himself inside of Raina.
"I never meant for that to happen, Tink. You know that," He said. Bree shook her head. "No, I don't know shit! And stop fucking calling me that. You really came here with the idea that I was gone take you back for what you did and I'm not. The fuck do I look like to you?" She snapped. She was fed up with him.
"Bree, I really am s-"
Sorry. She already knew. "Get out. I have work in a few hours and I'd like some more sleep. Get the fuck out." Bree demanded. Marc shook his head, sucking his teeth before climbing back out of the window. She closed it and locked it, pulling her curtains back over it.
The nerve...
Bree climbed back into bed, thinking about what just happened. Usually, she would shed a couple tears. But this time was different. She was really over him now. The audacity to come in here and think they were going to ever get back together was beyond her.
Leo cuddled up to her, resting his big fluffy head on her shoulder. Bree fell back asleep, rubbing on his head.
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"Nigga, I'm on yo ass," Salem yelled at Ramos. They were playing the game at my crib, while I smoked on a blunt. I pulled out my phone, deciding to shoot Bree a text.
