Coming May 1, 2020...
Watch her build, watch her grow and watch her survive with tears in her eyes, but not tears of fear nor was it tears of hurt. It was tears of happiness, tears of finally conquering her fears. From this man.
"I wanna go! I don't...
I'm not playing...no more updates. Y'all be making me go soft...shit!🙄😩
New, York Harlem Club Scene... 7:48pm..
Omniscient POV!!!
Tremaine stood in front of the stage, staring up at the big words that shined with pink and purple highlights 'Happy Nasty 19 Babygirl'. He smirked to himself, likening the way he set the stage up. Now, everybody who came to the club tonight would know he have a girl. "Aye, sleeve wea the fucking djs at?".
Sleeve stopped rubbing all up on some thick chick and turned his head to look over at Killa, with a mug tugging at his lips. "Dey coming, don't yu see me doing sum?" He spat, annoyance laced in his thick rough voice.
"Niggah we doing dis shit fo yo 'bestfriend' which is meh girl, imma let ha knowing yu throwing dirt on ha" Killa threatened, shoving pass him, making his way towards the stairs, where the VIP section was at.
Sleeve eyes widened in horror, before he shoved the hoe away from him. "I'll fuck withchu later" He stated, not so convincingly. 9/10 he'll most likely be fucking with some other bitch.
The short thick girl rolled her eyes in annoyance. "I didn't want you anyway" She stated, feeling really salty.
Sleeve gave her the side eye, with a grin plastered on his lips. "Yeh lght" He chuckled, before running off towards the stairs.
"I needa go pick up meh baby, shit" Killa drawled out, taking a few puffs from his blunt, examining the club decorations.
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