She waitressin' at Starlets, ain't too many I ain't had

"She my ride or die, even if we on bad terms." Click on da story hoe. 🙄 LIA productions.

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑑𝑒 & 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑛 .

"You got three seconds to open this door before I kick that bitch in," a deep voice growled through the wood. Zamara's heart jumped. She wasn't expecting nobody-especially not a man with a voice that rough and mean. "Nigga, who the fuck-" she started, yanking the door open. And immediately regretted it. He stood there like a shadow from hell. Tall. Broad. Tatted. And mad as fuck. A black hoodie hugged his body, revealing a Glock tucked at his hip. "Where. The fuck. Is Kyndall?" he asked low and slow. Zamara crossed her arms over her chest, attitude activated. "I don't know, and I damn sure ain't scared of you standing here mean-mugging like you somebody daddy." A smirk curled on his lips. "You should be scared, ma." Then he leaned in, real close. "But lucky for you... I don't hit women. I just fuck 'em crazy and make sure they don't walk right for three days." Her breath caught, but her mouth didn't. "Boy, please." "You gon' be sayin that from my bed soon. Watch."

❝𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢❞

"𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫." -𝒥𝒽ℯ𝓃ℯ́ 𝒜𝒾𝓀ℴ

"to gutta to play with a ngga"

Read to find out 🌚!! *Slow Updates* It's a short story so don't be surprised🧏🏽‍♀️.

Everyone knew who he was and they all feared him. Except her. He had finally met his match in more ways that one.