Trevon is a well known drug dealer in his city, whose infatuation with a bartender (Tanner) from the hottest club in their town- The Pynk, has began to turn into a serious relationship. Trevon ends up having to team up with her ex-boyfriend, Cane Tejada (Woody McClain) and his family to keep her protected. The job becomes harder and harder to do while having to fight with his ego, a race against time, and the simple stressors of the world in general. His mental strength gets tested when Tanner is placed directly into harm's way and the only way to save the love of his life, is to put his pride to the side.

𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 : 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐄𝐍•𝐀𝐌•𝐎𝐑

See it started one day by the store...

"𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐒𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬" -𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥. Cover by: @wordsbykay

RAPPER IMAGINES

A description of this story.... that's for me to know and you to read and find out about ***completed and being revamped whenever I feel like it*** If you cringe while reading that is not my fault, I started this when I was young and not very smart😭 R.I.P Bam🕊

"𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩?"

"you my lil demon" china chuckled as she played with aidens hair. "oh for real?" he asked as he turned around to look at her. she smiled, all of her teeth showing before she spoke again. "yes boy." he ran his tongue across his bottom lip as he stared at china in her eyes. "you love me?" he tilted his head as his lips formed into a smirk. china wasted no time pecking his lips a few times before speaking "yes I love you." aiden grabbed her neck as he looked at her with now his redish looking eyes. "show me den ma .. since I'm yo lil' demon"

"𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗅, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌." She was everything he wasn't. Confident, precious, mature. Kentrell stared at the older women as if she had hung the moon and painted the stars across the dark sky. Amani was everything to him, but in such a quick accident, Kentrell soon feels his everything becoming but a distant memory - a...dream, some may call it.