𝓶𝔂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕 ✆

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"mhm." i mugged him behind his head and got in the chair.

"what we doing fa you miss maam?"

"i wanna get my stomach." i huffed

i'm scared as a bitch but i'm not gon show it.

"heard." he said as i lifted my shirt up so my stomach was visible.

"i look so goood bruh." killa dumb ass licked his lips still feeling himself.

"that's yo brother?"

"nah he my, yea." i nodded hoping he understood what i meant.

"he act like my girlfriend." he chuckled.

i laughed as i watched him clean my stomach, mark it with a marker bla bla bla.

"mama i look good right?"

"keelan leave me alone." i rolled my eyes as the man grabbed the needle.

"you too tense girl calm down."

"tell me to calm down when a needle finna go through yo stomach."

"it don't even hurt that bad fr, just take a deep breath in."

"how would you know?"

"shh, aight 1, 2-" he said and i breathed in and he just stuck that thing through.

"wow." i said as tears flowed out my eyes and i didn't make a noise.

"dramatic." he laughed and screwed the lil thing in.

"all done, it wasn't so bad right?"

"no muhfucka it was horrible." i wiped my eyes and stood up to look at it in the mirror.

i saw killa through the window and he was outside taking pictures in the sun.

"damnnn this shit sexy." i smiled shaking my hips.

"ight niee don't hurt em." dude laughed recording the piercing.

"i'm finna post that on my business page, and ya nigga ears too. that's cool witchu?" he cleaned up his area and shit.

"yea that's fine." i grabbed a hunnid out my wallet.

"that's too muchhh shawty." he tried pushing my hand back.

"no nigga take it." i shoved it towards him and he smiled and took it.

"loyal customer." he put it somewhere.

"you do tattoos?" i grabbed my stuff about to walk out.

"yes ma'am."

"imma be back, what's yo name?"

"pierre." he dapped me up.

"ight imma fuck witchu gee." i walked outside and got in the car.

"so his name pierre and-" i spoke to killa and then looked over seeing he was still taking pictures.

"gimme this fuckin phone." i yanked the phone out his hand and put it in my pants.

"you playin with fire." he smirked tryna get it out.

"drive hoe." i popped his hand and he started driving.

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"sooooo you gon let me take you on a date?"

"no."

"bruh it's gon be funn it's not nun fancy i know you don't like that dummy."

"whatever." i sighed laying my head in his lap.