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Nova ross P.o.v
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Tucci snatched my waist and put his gun right on my forehead
"Why were you in my room" he whispered in my ear leaving a cold icy vibe.
I began shaking
"What are you talking about" i asked.
He grabbed my waist tighter
"Stop fucking around"
"Im going to harlem and i need the fucking money" i gritted.
He let go of me and pushed me against the wall.
I was half scared because i knew his capability of vengeance when he got mad.
"If you fucking touch my money" he sarted off pointing his gun on my breast.
"I will make one of your tits explode" he gritted and began pacing back and forth.
I bit my bottom lip, my heart was beating real fast.
"You know what get the fuck out"
"Tucc-"
"Get the FUCK OUT" he yelled grabbing me by the hair and dragging me downstairs
"STOP" i kept yelling
He continued dragging me downstairs and opened his front door
"Dumb fucking bitch" he muttered under his breath as he pushed me into the streets until i dropped
I began crying.
He shut the door.
I had nowhere to go now.. i began calling Shawn. _______________________________________
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