By the faults of her ex, she was meant to be killed by the infamous Ghost. Only thing stopping him? The intense feeling of deep affection for her. Once they let each other into the depths of their cold hearts, what happens? They're indestructible, w...
Picking my gun up off the nightstand, I spoke. "We have something to do at the club. So get ready." I directed, pointing towards the bathroom.
Turning on her heels, she grabbed her stuff out the closet before walking into the bathroom, followed by the noise of water running.
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Hearing heels click across the floor, I stood up from the couch. "Uh, I said club not BET." I did a double take, observing her outfit.
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Frowning she looked down, "Muhfucka, it took me too goddamn long to pull this jumpsuit over my thighs. So oh well. And this is what females where to the club so hush." She rolled her eyes, walking towards the front door.
I decided not to argue, shaking my head as I followed behind her. "You gone meet my lil sister Megan, she has a thing with fighting females I introduce her too. So don't disrespect me in front of her nor get outta pocket with her. She'll beat yo ass." I warned unlocking the car doors.
Getting in the car, I gave Keyshia a questionable looking as she stared at me. "What?" I asked, starting up the car.
Laughing psychotically, for two minutes straight Keyshia has finally spoke. "My daddy told me not to fear nan nigga nor bitch. Muhfucka, we all bleed the same. Luscious told me to only fear God, so if you think yo sista gon scare me. Along with me turning down a fight. Baby boy, you really don't know me how you say you do." She chuckled, slapping my shoulder.
Furrowing my eyebrows together, I pulled off into the street. "These bitches is gone kill each other." I mumbled under my breath.
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Ghost pulled into a discreet spot, near the entrance of Ace of Diamonds. "Come on." He huffed as I unbuckled my seatbelt before opening the car door and stepping out.
Closing the door behind me, Ghost hand slithered around my waist. "Uh, what the fuck. Nigga we ain't tog-" I stopped myself as he glared down at giving me a knowing look.
