On the Run

Chapter 7

I never lie because I fear no one. You only lie when you're afraid.

-John Gotti

Laney POV

I sat lonely in my apartment that night. I wish Jamal was here with me. I wouldn't want to be with no other boy but Jamal!

"What does this look like?" I pointed to the painted I tried to paint for Jamal. He laughed and took the painting.

"Me." He put it next to his beautiful, angelic face. It didn't even look closely like him. He just wanted me to feel good.

"I love me some you." I kissed his lips and pulled away. I continued to count the money we recently robbed from this bank.

"We fucked up baby." I said to myself. Although Jamal and I were head over heels for each other, we've also done some non christian things.

We would rob different places and kill people. I mean I still have A LOT of money but I want to lay low from the cops.

I curled up on the couch and dealt with my loneliness alone.

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When I woke up that morning I could feel a headache trying to come. I jumped off the couch and halted once I heard a loud knock at my door.

No one knows I live here but Christian, and I doubt he's coming back.

I grabbed my gun and peeped out my peep hole. I saw Christian standing there looking all lost and sad.

"Yes?" I opened the door. His eyes dropped down to the gun in my hand.

"What you got that for?" Here we go with all these damn questions. Damn don't he ever get tired of wanting to know shit?!

"Protection." I was about to close the door but his foot stopped me.

"Had a good night?" He asked.

"Lovely." I frowned.

"Can I come in?" He asked. I stared at him for a good minute.

"Why Christian? Why are you so eager to get close to me?" I squinted my eyes.

"I like you." He laughed nervously.

"Can't no nigga ever look at you." Jamal held my hand as we sped down the long country road in Louisiana. We were on the run then.

"Not even Brad Pitt?" I joked.

"Not unless you want a bullet in his head." He said seriously.

"Well don't like me." I said straight up.

"Why not?" He asked. He is like so hard to get rid of. This nigga need to leave before he bring attention to my fucking apartment.

"Damn, boy, leave!" I snapped. Instead of getting upset he laughed.

"Girl quit playing and let me in." He pushed pass me and came in. I clinched the gun in my hand and thought about popping his ass. The only thing that's stopping me is I'm already on the run.

I slammed the door shut and dropping the gun on the table. He's irritating the fuck out of me.

Christian POV

I'm irritating the fuck out of her.

Who cares? Not me. I just like looking at her sometimes.

"So when you gone come out that shy she'll at school? I mean you're showing me a different side." I said.

"Fuck that school and everyone in it." She said with a blank expression. She then went into the kitchen and came out with a a blunt that was already rolled. I watched her as she lit it and put it to her mouth.

She noticed I was staring at her so she took it from her mouth.

"You must wanted to hit it first?" She asked.

So many dirty thoughts ran through my mind when she said that. I do wish I could have hit it first. Shit I don't know if she's a virgin or not. She look like she is. But then again her body is too mature.

"You fucking?" I asked her.

"What?!" She snapped.

"I mean are you fucking serious? I don't smoke." I quickly tried to come up with a lie. She stared at me and took a long puff from the blunt. She began blowing out Os.

She's a thug

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By the way, my 'friend' guy, Christian is back in town 😊😍