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Michael White
"So?" Iann asked me as i walked into the living room fixing my shirt.
"So what?" I asked him back.
"How did she react when you told her?" He said.
"I didn't tell her..." i admitted.
Jahseh smacked his teeth. "Come on man you a pussy or sum?"
"I aint no fucking pussy. I just didnt have the right time" i said.
"Y'all had breakfast for 30 minutes that was enough time" Jah claimed.
"15" i corrected him. "She spent half her time trying to kill me with a knife"
"Bull fucking shit" iann got up and walked near the door. "Imma go start the car"
Jahseh looked back at me. "Where we going again?"
"Gotta go handle some business wit Ski" i explained while throwing on my jacket.
"Man i just came back from that ugly ass nigga's crib you coulda just met me there the fuck" He complained.
"We're handling BUSINESS not playing some dumb ass shooting game" i flipped him off.
"Whatever" he rolled his eyes. "Yo can you tell yo bitch to hurry up already"
"AYE" i yelled at him. "She has a fucking name"
"My bad bro. Can you tell yo bitch ANGEL to hurry up already" he grinned.
"You lucky you my best hitman or i wouldve had yo body dumped in the ocean by now" i beamed at him.
"Love you" he said.
"Yea whatever. YO ANGEL" i called upstairs.
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Angel Montero
My body shook when he yelled my name from downstairs. He still creeps me out and this whole thing feels too unrealistic. Like why am i being kiddnapped by some random rich guy who happens to be a mafia leader. On the day of my wedding too??? What did i ever do to deserve this...
