Dating can be stressful. Try dating a man that's dealing with childhood trauma, personality disorder, and running a cartel. Christina Sanders, is in for a whirlwind with the oldest brother out of the Santiago clan. She's made an impact on Xavier, an...
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Xavier
I didn't feel like fucking with the club scene tonight. However, my brother was stalking this broad with blue hair all around. I would look for my ass to do some stupid ass shit like that. I wasn't dressing to impress these bitches tonight. I decided on dressing down, a red plaid pull over, jeans, and a red fitted. I grabbed my blunt off the dresser to spark something on the way to the club.
Half way to the club my phone rang.
"Yo X, where yo ass at? We already here." my brother mumbled, disconnecting the phone call.
This disgruntled ass mothafucka here.
I made a left and parked my car in the parking lot. I finished off the rest of my blunt- while adjusting my fitted on my head.
I made it around the corner and saw my brothers waiting on me. As I walked up I could hear my younger brothers shooting the shit about me.
"I'll beat y'all mothafuckin' asses out here." I chuckled, while dapping each one of em' up.
"Nigga whea da loud at?" my youngest brother Trigga asked, while holding his thumb-and pointer fingers together.
This nigga was a professional smoker.
"I toked on the way to the club lil' nigga" I replied, while shrugging my shoulders.
He nodded his head as we entered the building.
We walked in and the hoes were thick in this bitch tonight. Weed, liquor, and more liquor. The Dj gave us a shout out as usual. It never failed for the thirsty bitches that came through to automatically flock. I popped Caine in the back of his head.
He turned around and glared at me.
"Nigga you rushing and shit- where the fuck Scooby-Doo and the mystery gang at? I grumbled as we made our way to V.I.P
"Chill out nigga, they are probably running late or some shit." he stated while pulling his fitted lower.
I shrugged my shoulders, scoping out what bitch would be my victim for the night. Scar and Trigga approached us- blunt in hand. Trigg took another pull and handed it off to me. I took a pull, and passed it off to Caine. We continued to smoke off that until we heard a little commotion at the entrance of V.I.P
I saw the excited look on Caine's face.
"Nigga that's them." he spoke, while slapping my chest.
This nigga was gone, and he ain't even tap that pussy yet.
"Okay, happy go lucky. Her friends probably ugly as fuck anyway. What type of broad wears Timberlands to a club? I questioned, while pointing to the one on the farthest right.
"I'll be back man" he huffed, walking towards the entrance.
I nodded and poured me up a glass of Henn and Coke. I needed that liquid courage to get me through this blind setup.
