Donte's POV
"Well, she bein' a bitch like always." I said after she hung up on me. I was frustrated with Shorty and apprehensive.
"That's alright. Thanks for trying." Celia stood up and pulled down her tight silk shirt. Momma stood up too and hugged her.
I grimaced. She didn't know if she had beg bugs and I sho'll didn't want the furniture that I bought getting infested with those damn things.
Celia smiled and walked towards the door. I gladly opened it for her like I was a butler and slammed it behind her.
"Who raised you to be disrespectin' folks like that?" I scowled and out I went also.
I needed to let off steam so I decided to head to the Trap where our latest rival was being held captive.
He'd been caught multiple times throwing up gang signs around our turf and I wasn't into that. Jamar had gone somewhere so. I'd have to stick this one out with Travis, Gray, and Boss and the rest of the crew. A new recruit was also there and I was curious to see what he was all about.
So I had to release all of the bullshit that threatened its way up to my brain. If Shorty wanted to be rotten, two could play that game.
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Diva (Urban)
Teen Fiction"...Baby, you live up to yo name like no other." ~Donte, drug dealer, Diva's boo Diva Anderson (also know as Shorty) has a hustler boyfriend. When a better opportunity comes knocking, she's torn between money or true love. THIS IS NOT A CORNY NO...
