Dayvon meets a Girl, She quiet but not mute, she just stays to herself, She does rap and sing, She do got a lot of pain and hurt deep down in her BUT she still a gangsta What happens when She meets Dayvon? Will he help her? Will she let him in? Will they be the same? Will they be a match? Will They fall in love? Will they last forever?

"𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓼, 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽" BOOK 1 OF THE TRAP WRITER SERIES

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"What are you thinking about mia cara" he asks me causing my thoughts to drift back to me kissing his jawline. "N-nothing" I stutter cursing myself at how breathy I sounded even to my own ears. I watch his mouth curl up into his trademark smirk quickly glancing over with an eyebrow raised. "Didn't seem like nothing when you were eye raping the side of my face mia cara" he responds almost mockingly trying to rile me up. Feeling bold and teasing, I open my mouth to share my thoughts. "Well if you must know, I was thinking about leaning over and placing a trail of feathery kisses along your jawline" I say nonchalantly pretending to examine my finger nails. I hear him suck in a breath and cursing before I feel him pullover on the side of the rode. "That's it" he whispers huskily turning off the engine and reaching his arm over to lift me off my seat. He places me on his lap and I shift around trying to get comfortable but I can tell my movements weren't helping. "God damn it mia cara, you're gonna be the death of me" he whispers, his Italian accent coming out as he smashed his lips on mine. The kiss was nothing but aggressive, our hunger and need for each other evident. His hands grip my hair and pull my head back slightly to give him better access to my mouth. I break away to catch my breath while I begin peppering kisses on his jawline grasping his hair and tugging his head back to get more access. I easily elicit a growl from him and I teasingly bite his neck slightly before pulling away completely. I attempt to get off his lap and back into my seat but his iron grip keeps me still. "Mia cara, will you be mine" he asks huskily, his face expressing his nervousness as well as hope. I smile from ear to ear before giving him a sweet peck. "Of course you idiot" I say smiling for ear to ear.