"Who's there----don't fuck with me!" I couldn't see shit. As bad as I wanted to, the rain wasn't really rain, it was that drizzle shit that still caused fog to cling to glass and the glasses I was wearing was on its last leg until my next cash out. "You smell delicious." The voice said once more causing me to grip, pull the gun out the back of my pants. Bringing the cold metal in-front of my view, even if I couldn't see who I was pointing it at, I was ready to kill whoever it was regardless of religion or fuckin' game. "I swear to sweet baby Jesus, if you don't come out that damn corner, I'm going to unload this gun and give you a ticket to see the big man!" I wasn't scared. More like I didn't give a shit. I could feel my stomach doing that shit it did a few years back. I didn't care then either when I let that mother-fucker have it the second his foot stepped over the threshold of my home. "I wouldn't do that, my Egyptian queen." copyright2021All RIGHTS RESERVED TO DAFF123 AND SHERONE YOUNG

College. A time of stress, parties and most of all drama. The only thing that makes it better is the memories that you make. At least that's what Marsai thought when she entered college. She was not prepared for all that college came with until one day she got added to the group chat. Will she uncover their masks?

{EDITING IN PROGRESS} She left me when I was locked away, taking my heart and something else I didn't know about along with her.....I am out now and I plan to have her again. Whether she likes it or not... Story Cover done by: ojclarke **ATTENTION! A brief but serious disclaimer*** This is a MATURE story. Meaning that it is meant for the audience of 18+. This Story's content is not meant for anyone under the age of 18. If you still decide to read this story then you do so at your own risk. I will not be giving warnings before every chapter that has sexual content in it. So please be forewarned now. This story also utilizes strong language and violence, so if you are of under age or sensitive to such things then continuing to read is strongly not advised by author. His Baby. Copyright © December 2015. All rights are reserved. No part of this story can be used or reproduced in any sort of way without my permission (characters, story plot, idea, etc) on this site as well as any other resources! Author has also taken precautions in registering this work through the Unites States legal copyrighting services. So the author can and WILL legally pursue actions if found that any part of this story is duplicated in any sort of way!