Phat girl's thug

Phat girl's thug

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"I'm not suppose to be loved" I said as I looked away from him. "Says fucking who" as he snatched my chin to him, he looked me in the eyes as if he was reading my soul,with his nostrils flared "says me" I look towards the mirror with tears Monica Anderson has always been plus size and bullied about it at school but what others don't know is she gets abused at home everyday. She has a little brother named Trey she has to take care of because her mother Lashel, who has turned to crack, and abused them to get over her issues with Monica father who left them 2 weeks after Monica was born for his mistress. Jay (a.k.a. ruthless) is the biggest drug lord , he runs all the streets with his right hand man,best friend,ACE (a.k.a. killa). Even the police know him by hand but they can never catch him. Jay has never been inlove nor is looking for love, he keeps to him self, he's married to the streets. Will he save her from the misery or will he treat her as the others?Will Jay show Monica what love is or will he just play her? Will he save her from the torcher she receives or will he just ignore her? Will she accept the help or continue to try and survive on her own?
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"What is your name?" I asked, staring into her doe-like eyes. Almost immediately her face twisted in horror. Her eyes switched back and forth frantically like an exit would suddenly appear out of thin air. The sides of her lips turned downward like it was taking everything in her not to burst into a sob. Sure, she was scared--that much was expected-- but I could see the anger. I could see she was furious with me. Interesting. I thought to myself. As much as I wanted to explore how far I could push her until she retaliated; time was of the essence right now. I was staring at an unrecognizable girl. A mistake like this will get a lot of people killed. "I asked you a fucking question, didn't I? I don't like repeating myself." I growled as I grabbed her small face in my hand, making her eye shut in pain. "Harley. Harley Anderson," she spat softly like an angered kitten. Harley. I let her name roll over my tongue for a while. Every second that passed made my vision go black with anger. I looked away from her face before releasing the hold I had on her. I felt my jaw clench in anger and my fist flex in readiness as I stared off in the distance, trying to control my anger from making me lash out. However, I couldn't control myself. She is the wrong girl. We have the wrong girl. ------------ Harley Anderson was an average girl with an almost too simple life before being taken by the biggest cartel in New Mexico right in front of her best friend, Avery. Xander Sanchez, the leader of the Riot cartel has nothing else on his agenda besides making his ex-business partner pay for his wrongdoings. What happens when Avery is the center of the operation, but it all goes wrong, and now Harley finds herself in a situation she never dreamed of? What happens when Harley is taken and forced to work under the boss? Will Harley be able to survive working under this ruthless man? What happens when the boss finds himself falling for the girl he least expected to capture his heart?

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