American Dream (Alsina) BOOK 1

1.

August

"Damn Yung!" This random broad yelled to tha top of her lungs while I'm fucking tha shit outta her.

I grunt as I release myself in the condom and immediately pull myself out of her. I'on give a fuck if she got her release or not. I stand up, take the condom off so I can flush it down the toilet, and then proceed to get dressed. As I get dressed, tha broad is just starin' at me like she waitin' on somethin'.

"Yung."

I stare at her. "What?"

"Why you treating me like I'm just some hoe?"

I start ta laugh. "Because you are just some hoe baybeh." I tell her honestly.

Tha broad smacks her lips. "Whatever."

I shake my head as I grab my keys and my phone and walk out of her house. I get to my 2015 BMW and get in. As soon as I go to pull off, this bitch come knockin' on my muthafuckin' window. I should shoot ha ass for knockin' on my freshly washed windows.

I roll my window down. "What now?"

She smacks her lips. "Fuck you Yung!"

I start ta laugh again. "Already did that bitch and ya pussy game is weak." I yell as I pull off. Tha bitch made herself look stupid by comin' outside in her underwear. Dumb hoe.

My phone starts to ring and I see that it's my brotha callin'. I answer tha phone. "Wassup?"

"You on ya way?" Mel asked me.

"Yup." I tell him. We were meeting up at tha trap ta discuss some things.

"Aight young blood, I'll see ya in a lil bit." Mel tells me before he hangs up the phone.

I pull up at tha trap about fifteen minutes lata. I get out of my car and make sure ta lock it befo' goin' inside. I'm immediately greeted by some mo' thirsty thots. I ignore em' and walk straight ta tha back where my brotha's are.

"Bout time this nigga get here!" Melvin says causin' everyone ta look at tha door.

I smack my lips. "Nigga I told ya that I was gon' be here." I sit down in my usual seat right next ta Mel.

***

"August you need ta work on ya fuckin' temper!" Mel yelled at me as we walked inside of our house.

I smack my lips. "Man, what tha fuck you talkin' bout?"

Mel looks at me like I'm crazy. "Nigga, you pistol whipped one of our workers!" His voice echoed through the house.

I look around. "...Okay?"

"That's yo fuckin' problem August! You never use ya fuckin' head!" He preached at me.

Ta be honest, I was so over this fuckin' this so-called lecture. All I did was pistol whip tha mothafucka. He actin' like I killed tha lil nigga even tho I wanted to. I hear Travis comin' down tha stairs.

"What's goin on down here?" He asked lookin' between Mel and me.

"August dumb ass lost his temper and pistol whipped one of our workers." Mel explained to Trav.

Trav looked at me and shook his head. "Why fam?"

"Nigga was starin' at me and was tryna question my authority." I tell him with a straight face.

Travis starts to crack up and I stare at him like he done lost his fuckin' mind.

"I forgot the part where I said this was a fuckin' joke." I say annoyed.