Bad Intentions

Part 39

Germani Da'lane Grace

Indianapolis, Indiana
2020 September 19th
Killas house

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I was currently back into the basement. Killa beat my ass black and blue. It has been a few hours since I been in here.

I hate this basement. My plan didn't go to well. I said I wasn't gonna cry and I did. The shit hurt way to much for my liking.

"Gigi?" Killa said walking into the dark basement. I could see his brown eyes. He looked scary and he definitely was.

"Gigi?" Killa asked again but way more aggressive.

"Yes." I gulped.

"I'm lonely you tryna come up here with me?" He asked.

"Sure." I spoke barely above a whisper.

"What?" Killa asked scrunching his face.

"Sure." I said softly.

"Ight." He said turning to walk away.

"Shit I forgot you can't really walk." Killa chuckled turning back and picking me up carrying me up the basement steps.

"You smell li-"

"Like I was smoking and popping pills. Yep I was." He chuckled

"I can't be sober for to long dealing with you." Killa mumbled walking up the stairs to our room.

"I'm sorry." I said putting my head down.

"Quit saying that shit." He said

"So-" I stopped myself before I could finish the full word.

"Killa?"

"Hmm." He said walking into the room and setting me on the bed.

"Did you kill Jaja?" I asked

"Hell naw. Nigga ain't worth my time." He replied

"But you said you was gonna kill 'em." I said

"Yea but I didn't." Killa said pulling a glock out his waist.

"You want me too?" He asked laughing.

He is a little evil person.

"Me and my girlfriend." He said kissing his gun.

Never mind he is a big evil person.

"I thought I was." I said covering my mouth. I hate that I do have feelings for him. It's crazy I know but just somehow, someway it had happened.

"You my wife." Killa corrected coming over and kissing my lips. I could taste the lean on his lips.

"You still look pretty beaten." He said kissing my scar on my neck.

"Thanks." I hesitated

"I wanna fuck youuuuu." Killa sang. This nigga is fucked up.