Hold On We're Going Home (Urban) [ON HOLD]

Hold On We're Going Home (Urban) [ON HOLD]

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Fo all that don't kno me, i'm Andrea. My last name, that ain't important. I'm 19. Born on November the 9th. I never knew my daddy, my momma went missing a couple months after my 9th birthday. I don't need nobody's sympathy cause that ain't got time fo peoples to be sorry fo me, and shit. Since my momma's case went on fo too long they dismissed it. I ended up living wit my stepdad cause none of my other family want to take me in. Rashad ending up raping me when I was 14 and I sent his ass to jail. He vowed for revenge but I didn't give a fuck. When I turned 16 I started stripping at K.O.D. and they took me in like family. My world turned upside down when I met Tré, the baddest drug dealer in Miami. What happens when I fall for a thug?
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