Riah had her own reasons on why she never dealt with dudes involved inna streets but when HE showed up it was hard for her to remember that reason...

Coming from the hood, you develop a certain mindset ... a unique mentality. Although some are just wishing for a way out, sometimes you're stuck in a cycle. Sometimes life runs in a loop, like its stuck on repeat. What will it take break a generational curse?

Princess was the daughter of USA's biggest Kingpin, Kingston Mac. And she was just that..His princess. When your the only child of the biggest drug lord to ever walk the United states ground there isn't anything you can't have...Or any one you can't have. Juan father worked for Priness father...Actually worked with her father. Juan was in training to be a part of the Mafia just like his father and Kingston...But when he mets Princess will his life with her detour him from the Mafia and his deadily responsibilities? When everything turns upside down in the game, the last people standing will be the one's RUNNING THE GAME.... But who will that be? A book filled with lies, heartbreaks, tears, sweat, blood, husling, Money, and of course Deadily Love for the game and the people in... This is RUNNING THE GAME...An Hood Urban Fiction. Copyright© Ashantii Sanders 2013/2014

#YNLABBW ❤ #YourNiggaLoveABBW **READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED** All my life growing up I was nothing more than the just the "fat girl" in the school. The popular bitches would always make fun of me and the popular niggaz would always use me as a stunt devil, to make the other "cool kids" laugh at me. I would always go home and break down and cry to my foster mom and dad, being that my real mom and dad crack head ass gave me up when I was only 8 months old. Hmmp...guess I was too imperfectly perfect for them to. I only had one "cool" quote unquote friend in highschool...Cynthia Turner to be exact. From 9th grade up to 12th grade, up to both of us being roomates in College at Alcorn State university. I mean I could tell her everything, im talking about pouring my heart out about anything. And everytime she would tell me.... "Evelyn youre beautiful girl...dont ever let nobody ESPECIALLY these niggaz tell you different!" Some kind of friend I know. Its four years later and both of us doing pretty good. She's a RN and I own my own beauty shop here in SouthHaven Mississippi. Crazy part about it, Cynthia crossed me at her wedding reception. She was so drunk, that when she threw the flowers back at the bridesmaids, she saw when I caught them. Instead of her being happy for me like I thought she would. These were her exact words.... "Finally my big girl gone get some love! GIRL BOUT DAMN TIME BIG GUL....I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU!" Everybody laughed at me like I wasn't even human. She really humiliated me yall. Wait hold on soembody at the door. "Who is it?" "WHO?" "Jeff....its Jeff baby!" Jeff walked in and Evelyn immediately got on her knees and gave Jeff oral sex. Jeff was her best friend Cynthias husband. "OOOOOOOOH SHIT BABY!"