My life with a thug

Chapter 9

Dion P.O.V.

Damn where is this girl at? I don't even know her name and I ain't even seen her before. I spotted a girl walking the street and I thought it was her. I pulled over to the curb and rolled my window down.

"Eyy!" She looked towards me but it wasn't her.

Shawty was bad asf
She bent over and lean into the car.

"Ain't you dion?" She asked in a seductive tone. Shawty was getting me hard as a brick.

"Yea who asking?"

"I'm just wandering if you could help me with something." She said licking her full pink lips slowly.

"Yea what is it?"

"Just give me a ride to my house and I'll show you." She said winking at me. I opened the door and she hopped in. We started going down this road that wasn't traveled much.

"Shawty was ya name?"

"Denise." She said looking at me. She moved her hand over my bulge that was rising up. I instantly wanted to fuck the shit outta her. I glanced at her and back at the road. She had this little glance in her eye.

I pulled over and got into the back seat with her following she knew what she was doing.

With females it ain't my strong suit. I fuck anything that looked good, which got me fucked up a couple times. I know I need to change but the power of the pussy amazes me. I forgot all about what the fuck I was supposed to be doing.

She pulled me close to her lips and whispered."Let's have a good time."

Well that escalated quick.

Omari P.O.V.
I had no lead on finding this girl but bragging as prostitutes. I decided to make my way towards my grandma house. I decided I needed to call Dion,I ain't hear from him since we left.

I called a few times but no answer. I shook my head. As I was pulling up I seen shopping bags out side the house. What the hell I quickly grabbed my strap from under the seat and stuffed it in my pants. I parked in the driveway and inched my way towards the house. I busted in and my grandma scream.

"BOY YOU SCARED THE LIVING SPIRIT OUT OF ME! Fuck is wrong with you!" She yelled walking over to me.

"Sorry grandma I seen the bags outside so I thought somebody took you."

"Oops I forgot about those it was because this....."

"Oh you cooking I got you g ma I'll get the bags." I said cutting her off. I walked out the house to get the bags. I closed the door and sat them on the counter and made my way down to the trap.

I walked down there and checked the product, and the safe. Everyone goes at a certain time, to keep from arousing suspicion and so my Rose won't spazz.

I can back upstairs after checking that everything was secure. I went to sit on the couch. That girl was still in my mind. Normally ion pay attention to bitches, well females. That girl got me curious mane.

"So child what ya been up too."

"Long day grandma. A long day." I didn't like to keep things from my grandmother, half the time she knew what was up.

My grandma won't no average one either. She used run the streets with her boyfriend back in the day. She knew about the trap but she ain't know about me killing and all that crazy shit.

"Want to talk about it?"

I shook my head." How was your day though?"

She smiled."Yea well it was good." I looked at her weirdly. Whatever she does is nun of my fucking business.

"That's what's up. Ima go get ready for dinner ite?"

"Watch that ight word boy?" She glared at me.

"I'm a grown man." I walked towards the entrance to the hallway."You don't-"

Smack!

I rubbed the back of my neck."Ma why you throw yo big ass orthopedic shoes at me?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"You ain't grown over here." I chuckled as my eye watered. Them big ass shoes hurt.

"Ok ok I'm sorry."

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