Youngin pulled away.
"I want chu to be my girl?". He kissed my jaw.
"Youngin why you just now saying something?". I frowned.
"I'on know shorty. I just know I'm feeling this". He beamed showing all his teeth.
I rolled my eyes.
"So what it do? You gon be my girl or nah?". He had a confident look on his face.
"I guess. But you just gotta bear wit me. I'm still hurting a lil bit". I warned him.
"I'm cool with that dat". He kissed my cheek.
I finished washing the rest of the pots as Youning dried them.
"Ay by the way, don't call me Youngin, my real name Dre". He told me.
"Nigga I know. Tommy got files on all of y'all. I just call yall by y'all gang names cause shit y'all call me Blackout". I informed him.
"You right you right". He nodded.
We went back in the living room and continued watching Spongebob.
"Yo why you watching this? Ain't chu like eighteen or some shit?". He frowned.
"Nigga and?! I'll watch this shit when I'm thirty. SpongeBob is that nigga". I gave him a stank face.
"Yo keep talkin wreckless and it's gon be a problem". He warned.
"Yeah ok. Keep testing my gansta and we'll see". I chuckled.
He looked at me.
"Yo keep trying me bruh". He put his finger in my face.
I grabbed his finger.
"Say your sorry or I'm breaking yo shit". I smirked.
"Girl you betta recognize". He snatched his finger away and got on top of me.
"Get off me Dre!". I yelled.
"Nah. Say sorry fa talking all dat shit". He held my wrists above my head.
"Nope". I tried to get him off me.
"Say sorry". He repeated.
"I'm good luv, enjoy". I chuckled.
He began kissing my neck.
"Say sorry". He came back up.
"No". I turned away from him.
He bit my neck and I gasped.
"Ok shit I'm sorry". I apologized.
"That's what I thought". He got off me and I sat up.
I slapped him in the back of his head.
"Bitch". I said running upstairs.
I heard him running after me and I closed and locked myself I'm my room.
"Drea when I catch you bro it's gon be hell to pay". He threatened.
"You ain't catching shit nigga". I giggled through the door.
I heard silence for a while and knew to hide. I ran in my closet and climbed to the top shelf. I laid down and waited.
I heard the room door swing open as it hit the wall. My heart started racing and then I had the urge to pee.
"Where you at shorty, I just wanna talk". He called.
Lying ass.
I heard shuffling in my room and then I heard him in the bathroom looking in the shower.
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Makin Moves
General Fiction(If you haven't read Makin It Through this book 2 so you gon be mad confused) It has been six years since Tommy been locked up. The judge has let him go on good behavior. Now that he's out he has to fulfill his role as top boss of the Kingpins. But...
