"Appointment?" she asked, still focused on her mannequin head. A familiar voice answered, deep and quiet. "Yeah." Her head snapped up so fast she almost spilled the edge control. Her heart stumbled. He stood in the doorway - 6'1, broad shoulders, smooth brown skin, tattoos peeking from his sleeves, and a calm expression that looked like he already understood every corner of the room. Black fitted cap. All-black outfit. Chains subtle but real. Clean. Expensive. Unbothered. Davon Lewis. The room went silent. Completely. Even the hair dryer felt like it paused in disbelief. "Oh," Shay whispered, eyes huge. "Hell."

Idk yet, it's good though just read for now until I have a good description🤭

𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄.

S O N D E R-the realization that there aren't any main characters in the world and everyone has a complex life .

Just read. itll explain itself

Everybody wants a street nigga, i mean who wouldn't. The question is are you willing to pay the price or better yet get to understand a TRUE Kilellrs feelings. De'jenae a known considered classy girl in Atlana only got to pay the price before she got to understand A Killers Feelings. BOOK 2 OF THE TRAP WRITER SERIES

𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪

"𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒀𝒂 𝒂𝒔𝒔, 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕....𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒚 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒓

𝘛𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘴.ᢉ𐭩 description coming soon!

"𝐼'𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊."