Racing Black

It was what he grew up in, black ran along his veins and straight into his cold heart. He was something your mind told you told fear and never associate with if you wanted to keep your senses. He could play you like a game and win, take the prize and leave on his marry way. He was an ass, his picture had to of been underneath the word in the dictionary. Shagging a different girl every night, man whore is what you could classify him as well. He was known in the streets of Miami, you've had to at least heard his name once in your life. He held a cocky ego, he could look at you in some way make you instantly lose your train of thought. He knew the right things to say just to make you speechless. Something made him intriguing though to her, no matter how many times she say it was nothing. He'd turned right back to her mind. She say she hate him, she'd avoid anyway of crossing his path at all times. It never work because some how she end up right back to him and for some reason he didn't want her to go ©Copyright 2014. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact harrys__noodles on Wattpad WARNING! this story contains sexual content, vulgar language and violence.