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"Bitch. You got you a nigga then he is Oz!" Marilyn screamed."Girl no I haven't seen him since the dinner thing. He has took my advice on his empire though," I said.
"Girl you just had your birthday about a week ago. Bitch you nineteen! You haven't had no dick in three years! Your pussy must got cobwebs or some shit. Rats living up in that hole," she laughed.
"Ho' you crazy. I'm fine without no dick cause that's not what's on my mind right now. Don't worry bout me,"
"Your nigga is Oz. We talking bout Oz. The fucking great and powerful! This nigga is not to be fucked with. He got bread ma. Then you told me this nigga turned soft for you. I don't believe it," she perked her lips
"Okay Marilyn, you act like I want his money. Hell no! You know most of the shit I done faced. Starting off with my father's death. Everything with Amir. I'm not ready. I'm afraid. He can be the same way Marilyn and I'm not ready for it," I said. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I'm not going to let them fall.
She hugged me tightly. I hugged her back. I love her, but I can't rely on her. I don't know why. Monroe has always been there.
I would be heartbroken if Monroe left me. It's not meant to be. Nothing is.
Marilyn and I went to the mall. I like shopping for shoes. Clothes too. Mainly them shoes. Then I gots to go for the professional look too.
I gave the man the money for the Kendrick Ventilator's for me and Marilyn. They come out in a few months anyway.
We was sitting in the food court eating our pizza. Saying random shit.
"Ayo mami you've been ignoring me?" I heard the booming voice ask. I soon realized it was Santiago. He pulled a chair up to our table. He brought another dude along.
"Hello, Santiago." I said.
"You've been ignoring me?" He asked.
"Maybe," I said shrugging my shoulders. If I was?
"Well we going to have to fix that, love," he said. He looked over at Marilyn who looked confused.
"Marilyn this is Oz. Oz this is Marilyn," I said introducing the two. She winked at me causing me to laugh.
"Well this my nigga De'Anthony. How about you and Miss Marilyn get out of here while I talk to Mrs. Santiago," Pierre said. Hahaha, fuck no.
Marilyn giggled like a school girl before walking off with De'Anthony.
"So love. I missed your birthday. I want to make it up to you. Let's head over to my place," he said. I debated with myself before agreeing.
"Would you like some Hennessey?" He asked. I nodded my head taking a seat on the couch.
"I want it straight no coke or nothing," I said.
He came back with my drink. I took it out of his hands and began to drink it. It clears out all of my thoughts.
It's pure bliss to feel like this to me. Where you have mentally left the world but your body stays here physically.
"Drinking helps huh?" He asked me.
"Huh? What you said?"
"Drinking helps you. It's your go to when you can't do it yourself. When you run away from your problems you drink. Right?" He asked.
"Yea I guess. Smoking is yours?" I asked.
"Nah, Smoking doesn't help me. I dont know what does now. I can't do nothing," he said.
"Care to explain?" I asked.
"Nah," he said
"I see it in your eyes. Revenge is always on your mind. You are so coldhearted," he continued.
"I should be. They made me this way. They make me feel what I feel,"
"I'm not saying what you feel is an illusion but baby girl learn to not believe it," he whispered before kissing my jawline.
"You make me feel-" I stopped my self before I can say anything.
"I make you feel like what, love?" He asked kissing my neck.
"You make me feel wanted," I whispered lowly.
"I do want you," he responded. "I'm going to have you to myself. You belong to me," he said. I was in a daze. Wrapped up in his touch. His fingers locked into mine. My eyes were closed as I thought.
×××
I looked down at Pierre's files. I'm actually thinking about giving him his empire. He makes me weak, but I'm not sure. I sat in my office thinking.
"Ms. Blues there is an Amir Johnson here to see you," Charlie said.
Never in a million years I thought I would hear that name again.
Marilyn in MM
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RomanceHampton Monét Blues, age 18. Daughter of Nicky Blues, known as "the black godfather". At a young age she was hurt alot. She never could rely on one person before that person was just out of her life. She knew she could always rely on Monroe. Hampton...