Killah POV
I was in my car on the way home when my phone started ringing, I AINT in the fucking mood.
Looking down it's Rob?
"What's good nigga?" I ask.
"Code 6." He says.
"Ight I'll be there soon." I tell him.
Now which dumbass nigga in my house, and where Paris at?
Pulling up to the house, I put my glock back in my waist band.
"Dj where the nigga at?" I ask the guard who was standing outside, gun pointed towards the door.
"One in the back, but the lip 'leader' on the stairs." He informs me.
I nod and go to the side of the house, I start mapping out my route.
"Ight." I sigh and start climbing up the window, I really should invest in a ladder!
I land in the guest bedroom, and let out a breath.
I silently go down the stairs and put my gun on silent.
I put it to the niggas head.
"Who the fuck is you? And the fuck you think you doing in my house?" I ask angrily.
Niggas got some fucking nerves!
"I'm sure you've heard a lot about me." He smirks.
"Z.." Paris looks at me.
I look up, meeting her gaze.
"It's him."
A/n: Ima post more at 5 🌝🤭
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Killah Kuwonu
Romance⚠️ Editing ⚠️ Thugs need love too. Paris a normal high school student, good grades, has high hopes and dreams to become a singer. When Killah moves in across the street, he finds out things about her no one knows. He seems to be the only one she c...
