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 The Plug's DaughterChapter 1: Off LimitsMay 15th, 2023Houston,Texas

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The Plug's Daughter
Chapter 1: Off Limits
May 15th, 2023
Houston,Texas

The bass was hittin' so hard, you could feel it vibratin' through the block. Oakwood Heights was lit, like always.

Folks postin' up outside, talkin' loud, flexin', makin' moves they wasn't supposed to be makin'. Summer air smelled like backwoods , cheap cologne, and burnt dreams that never made it out the hood.

Alazhá "Zhá" Carter leaned back on her daddy's Escalade, her nails clickin' against her phone screen. She ain't look up, but she felt the eyes on her—same as always. Zhá wasn't just anybody out here. She was *his daughter. Demario "Big D" Carter ran this block, hell, ran the whole city if we bein' real.

Everybody knew what it was: you could look, but you bet not touch. Zhá was like the crown jewel of Oakwood Heights—fine asf, but locked up tight behind glass.

"Zhá, you str8?" O'mari called from the car window, leanin' out like he was the damn lookout. O'mari was her dad's right-hand man, been watchin' out for her since she was little. He was like a big brother, always on her case.

"I'm good, Mar," Zhá said, not even lookin' at him. "Just waitin' on Pops to finish his lil 'meeting.'"

O'mari laughed, low and deep. "You know how your pops is. Ain't no such thing as quick business in his world."

She rolled her eyes, annoyed, but her focus shifted when a white Charger pulled up slow, crawlin' down the block like it owned the street. The bass was ridiculous, rattlin' everything in a five-mile radius.

Zhá tilted her head slightly, curious, as the car parked across the street and a dude stepped out.

He was tall, built, with that slow, confident walk that made you pay attention. Tattoos crept down his neck and hands, his hoodie sittin' just right, but it was his eyes that caught her. Dark and bold, like he wasn't scared of nothin'. He wasn't just lookin' at her; he was lookin' through her.

"Who he?" Zhá asked, tryna keep her voice casual.

O'mari leaned forward, takin' one look before his face tightened. "That's Bully. New dude. Just moved in. He don't know what's what yet."

'Bully what type name is that' She thought...

Zhá raised an eyebrow, amused. "What's what?"

O'mari smirked, his tone switchin' to big brother mode. "You. You know you off-limits, Zhá. Everybody know that.

Your pops don't play. If Big D even think somebody breathin' wrong in your direction, it's a wrap for 'em."

But Bully? He ain't give a fuck about no damn rules.

The man was walkin' across the street, slow and steady, like he had all the time in the world. Zhá felt her heart skip, just for a second, as he closed the distance between them.

"You good?" Bully asked, his voice smooth and laid-back, like he wasn't breakin' every unspoken rule in Oakwood Heights.

Zhá tilted her head, a little smirk pullin' at her lips. "Always good."

O'mari stepped in before she could say more, his big frame blockin' Bully's path. "You lost, bruh? This ain't your side of the street."

Bully didn't flinch. He kept his gaze steady, shiftin' just enough to glance at Zhá over O'mari's shoulder. "Nah,
I'm good. Just bein' friendly."

"Don't," O'mari said flatly, his tone full of warning. "Ain't nothin' friendly over here. Keep it movin', fam."

Alazhá scrunched her face at O'mari. 'Why this nigga always cock blocking, scaring the hoes away.' She thought.

Bully just smirked, like O'mari's words rolled off him. He gave Zhá one last look before turnin' back to his car,movin' slow enough to make sure she noticed.

Zhá watched him go, a grin tuggin' at her mouth. She'd been around enough dudes to know the game. Most of 'em either stayed in their lane or folded under the weight of her daddy's name.

But Bully? He wasn't foldin'.

As the Charger pulled off, its engine roarin' into the night, Zhá felt a shiver of excitement. Bully was trouble.

The type of trouble she'd been told to stay far away from.

The type of trouble she was thinkin' about anyway.

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