Is This Thug My True Love

Is This Thug My True Love

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"queen is my name and thug is the game and the only way to put it is this promise ring" yeahh my name queen I'm a drug lord you never seen that coming I'm everything a boy is but a girl version cold hearted i don't fuck and duck but i do shoot you quick i am the boss and I'm just a bad bitch "this a sexy as nigga on this dope as beat he got 300 million on his dope as feet" my name King my name that cause im the king i own everything i want to get my hands on California but that boss there he a hard one to get in contact with but once i do i own everything anyway im a sexy ass nigga and my mom pushed me out her asshole i am cold hearted and i just fuck and duck i don't care what anybody think if you got an opinion then that bullet in the middle of your eyes
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"Mama, I can't just leave Abir." I admitted, telling her exactly why I couldn't do this. Not only would she be snatching me away from my family and friends but she was taking me away from the person I'd loved for five going on six years. I couldn't just walk away from him. "Baby.." She trailed off, sighing deeply. "I know you love Abir." She stood to her feet to stop packing for a moment and pulled me into her. "But I promise you, there will be other boys. Right now you have to do what's best for you and that's coming with your daddy and I to give you a better life." "Better life for who? You?!" I screamed out, becoming even more angry at her choice of words. As if my feelings were robotic and I could just turn them on and off for any and every person. "My feelings just don't matter to y'all at all, huh?" I asked, crying harder than before now. "Speak to your mother with some respect, Giselle." My father spat to me and I shook my head, watching as they stood there looking at me like some dumb teenager. This wasn't puppy love for me. I didn't spend 5 years building something, just to walk away from it for their dreams. I couldn't do it. Sinner. Book #1

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