Sinner

Chapter 35

TW//Drugs, Violence

*English*

Fathima had to go have lunch with some dude that her dad was trying to hook her up with. The guy is extremely good looking and is pretty cool to talk to, but Fathima seems really uncomfortable about it. Like she was really nervous about this date but it wasn't your normal, oh I hope he likes my vibes. It was more of an oh my god please don't make me do this kinda vibe.

Aashi, Sidney, and I are currently at Aashi's house. Did I say house I meant mansion? When I tell you that this house is huge, I mean it. The house is on the fourth floor, their backyard is the prettiest thing I have ever seen. They have a whole kitchen in their backyard, basketball court, pool, hot and skate park.

When I say that Aashi is one of those pinterest rooms with a touch of desi, I mean it.

Am I the only broke one, how does everyone was raised in an actual mansion while I was called rich cause I lived into a two story house with like two rooms in the hood.

"Your house is really nice," Sidney says looking around the house holding my hand tightly.

"Thank you, this is my small house since my larger one is in Bangladesh," Aashi says.

"How do you not get lost in your house," Sidney asks as I follow behind them to notice something odd.

What's this?

I walk closer to the object that is piquing my interest.

Stripping poles, bra's, bags of money and drugs.

Huh, I guess her parents ruin a strip club.

What type of drugs are these?

I crouch closer to the bag.

There's a wand of cash in this bag, I guess they sell this stuff.

Why are there multiple colors?

Wait is this Foxy Methoxy!

I've never seen it in real life. I should go before I get caught.

I stand up and see a young Filpino looking man staring at me, raising his right eyebrow.

I look at him boredly before turning around and walk away from him.

"Where do you think you're going," he asks, making me turn around and look at him.

"To find Aashi," I talk back.

"You think you can talk back to me?" he asks.

"Yes, yes I do,"I say stunning him.

"Where are you from?" he asks. Making me cross my arms and lean on the door frame.

I square him up to realize that I have a 60% that I could beat his ass but I'm not risking the 40%.

"Michigan," I say.

"You're from West Chicago Livernois ave Detroit." He says.

"How you know that," I say as I study his movements.

"You have the Detroit accent," he says.

"So let me guess, Aashi's dad. Gang leader back home owns many popular strip clubs," I state uninstered.

"Aren't you a smart one, just by that I believe that you're a gang leader? You need to be one confident and two smart to be a leader," he says.

"Thank you and yes I am a gang leader," I say calmly.