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"James!" I semi yelled, walking down the alley.
"Fuck you want nigga?"
"My Mary Jane, hoe. You thought I ain't remember? I told you to stay away from my mama!" I grabbed him by his neck.
"Where it at?!" I asked.
"Ion have it!" He struggled.
"Veto!" I yelled.
"I'm coming!"
"Yo check this out... I ain't gone kill you right here or right now my nigga, 'cause my mama seem to love you. But you do gotta learn one way or another." I reached in my pocket for my brass knuckles and slid them in my fingers.
Veto had his on and grabbed the crackhead. I pulled my arm back and fired my arm into his face. And there it started.
***
"Baby why it feel like you don't love me? Or you don't care?" She asked.
"Do you love me? Do you care? Can I trust you, Briana?" I asked.
"Y... Yes."
"Ok." I grabbed my phone and scrolled through Instagram.
I found Amour's account and went through her pictures. So sexy. So fine. So perfect. Nobody like her.
I got the idea to text her on Kik and DM her in Instagram. Here we go!
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Mí Amour
Ficțiune adolescențiDescription: Amour has this problem; She's usually all alone. When she meets somebody, they're constantly having issues. She has the feeling that she cannot trust anyone but she does it anyway. What will be the outcome? (Part 1 Published, Wattpad on...
