Kadee moves from her home town in Britain to Antlanta, America. She falls for the hood type, drug lord Marcel (also known as 21 savage.) Mind games, cheating and a whole lot of drugs , but can Kadee stay for the hood?
Marcel just got done dropping me of at home to get ready, "call me to let me know when you wants me to pick you up shordy" I heard Marcel shout as he slammed my front door closed. I got out my MacBook and beats pill and played my R&B playlist, the first son to come up was 'how you gonna act like that' by Tyrese, this was my most favourite song ever! As the music was playing I ran to my bathroom, showered, washed my face and brushed my teeth and entered my bedroom again. I say at my dressing table and began doing my makeup 'Ding' -Marcel snapchatted you I slid the notification across and opened the Snapchat
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I smiled at the snap and sent him a snap of my 'pre makeup' I didn't open any snapchats after I sent because I didn't want to leave him waiting, so I carried on with my makeup ••• And hour had past, I found an outfit out.
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I thought I should wear this because i guess it matches Marcel's a lil bit I took a few snaps for my story and facetimed Marcel "Woah, who's that?!" Marcel asked "Oh shush, just come pick me up" I moaned "Fine, I gotchu" ••• About 6 or 7 minutes later, Marcel pulled up out front, I opened the door and I saw from his car he was taking pictures of me. I stepped in the car "I saw you taking some pictures of me" "I could help it, you be look fine as shit man" I giggled and he drove off. ••• We got to the mall, I forgot that he made music and before I knew it I got pushed out the way and Marcel was surrounded with people "All I fucked wanted to do was go shopping with this fine ass girl that's standing right over there, now if y'all niggas don't move out my mother fucking way I finna have to run and get my glock on y'all" the all moved within almost and instant "man, these nigga just show outta nowhere" Marcel explained "Cel, really its fine. I understand, I know your music is good like I always be listening and rappin along wit it" I commented "Hold up shordy, you listen to my tracks?" He questioned "Yes? Why'd you ask?" I questioned back "Right I'm finna give you a song, I want you to rap it" "Bet" "Air it out" he said as he gave me the look acting like ion know it "Imma skip that 'pull up and air it out' part tho bc that's long as shit bruh" I told him "Shordy got a mouth on her I see" he laughed "Got a .30 on me now, got a .30 on me now Pull up and air it out, pull up and air it out I got the stick on me now, I got the stick on me now Pull up and air shit out I pull up and air shit out I pull up and air shit out I pull up and dick your hoe down Young savage bitch i got pounds Young savage bitch I got rounds Pull up and shout up your town (Pew pew) Slaughter gang bitch we got brazy, PDE bitch they go brazy Drinking on lean got me lazy Glock 4..." i was about to carry on until Marcel stopped me "Shit, that's wassup. I never knew I could catch someone wit dat mouth" "Did I prove my point Cel?" "Shit alright, yes you did" he rolled his eyes ••• We walked into Sephora (the makeup shop) "Why here Dee?" Marcel groaned "Shouldn't have took to the mall if you ain't happy with going into makeup stores" ••• Time flew by, we grabbed a bite to eat after all the shopping we did. After we jumped in Cel's car and he drove back to his place ••• We were in the living room watching a movie, nobody else was in the house so they must've went home already. "I'm glad we're getting to know each other" I told Marcel as I looked him up and down "Is that so" he laughed "Ye li-" I was cut off by the sound of someone calling me, it was Tyrese from the plane I accepted the FaceTime call "What you up to cutie?" Marcel came looked over my phone, grabbed my phone and shouted "pussyboy, don't you still need to pay me back from the shit I sold you" Clearly they knew each other... "Oh shit, man I'll get it back to you once I get payed, how much did I need to pay you back again?" Tyrese said in fear "Nigga you owe me $7000, about 'how much do you need to pay me back' you got until Tuesday to give me my money otherwise me and my boys finna hunt yu down, AIGHT?" Marcel ended the call "Bitch, whys you got that niggas number," "When I was flying down here my seat was next to him on the plane, he was the first person I knew down here, do you got a problem with that?" I asked "I mean ye I do, delete his number right now, he's a bad person" I did as I was told because I was actually really into Marcel. I placed my phone down on the table and snuggled up next to Marcel.
