The Drug Lord

The Drug Lord

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U may know me on the streets by killa but my real name is Ronald I would tell u my last name but I have people looking for me bout some stuff. I hate what i do but I have to provide for my baby girl n my wife. U may think that I'm a drug lord that I don't take care of my daughter n running around with all these baby momma's but you know what I take care of them because somebody told me that it's nothing having baby's but it takes a man to take care of them so I try my best to provide for them. Even tho I'm a south side "blood" and drug dealer I love everybody even tho they have people who want me dead and I have to fight over some stupid color then the bad part is my favorite color is purple. My dad always taught me how to be a man everybody always tell me I have a lot of book sense and no what so ever common sense so I respect them for that. My wife always abuses me even if I come in at 9:00 but you see she is a drug addite it's like I'm selling it and she's smoking it.
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"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.

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