Bitches Die Too

Bitches Die Too

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*2024* Jario, The king of the drug game finally released from prison after years of being away from the game. Sent home to his daughter & girlfriend of years Dezire. To find out he had been getting cheated on his entire time spent in jail crushed his soul, but he'd never let Dezire see that. He had bigger bones to pick, like Zion Thomas. The upcoming drug lord who had put his foot on the petal while Jah was locked up. What happens when Jario meets Ms.McGee, his daughter's dancing teacher, who just so happens to be Zions wife? Will that push him 100 steps forwards or 1000 steps behind. ••• ~Urban story
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