Bailey Rogers has been sheltered her entire life. With the lifestyle her father lived in the streets, it was crucial that he kept her hidden from the world. Bailey rarely left their gated estate. With a full staff that consisted of a nanny, chef, ho...
"It's a hottie, it's a body, we ain't missin' no meals I ride shotty, she like five-some but six in them heels I'm a Ducati, you gonna do 90 down 290, huh? Know where you goin', know where to find me, know where to find me, huh?" - Chance The Rapper
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"Whew, chile, the ghettooo." I lowly sung to myself while stepping out of my UberSelect. Everyone really left me in that big ass house by myself with no food. Barely anything delivered to the neighborhood the house is in so I decided to come try this place I found on yelp. I looked up at the sign on the building, Finga Licking. Even with how late it is tonight, there's still a lot of people here. I adjusted my fanny pack, making sure my baby glock was easily accessible.
My Uber driver was pulling off before I could even fully close the door which only confirmed my suspicion about this trapped out area. I ignored all the catcalls while confidently walking into the restaurant. Niggas pray on weakness, insecurity and uncertainty so I'm definitely going to move accordingly while I'm in unfamiliar territory.
I found a booth that wasn't too close to the door and wasn't too deep into the restaurant and took a seat. Grabbing the menu, I quickly scanned it, searching for something I would be in the mood to eat. I was almost done piecing my meal together when someone slid in on the other side of the booth. I glanced up, seeing some raggedy ass man intensely starting at me.
"You here by yourself, ma?"
"Negative. My baby daddy on his way, and he's a shooter so you might want to head out now." A smirk grew on his face and I just know he's about to give me a hard time before he leaves me alone.
"I'm supposed to be afraid of your baby daddy?" I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to personally threaten him, but was cut off by a gun slamming down on the table. I looked up, seeing the guy who was shamelessly flirting with me in the meeting earlier. I believe his name is Sammaj or Sammad, one of the two.
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"I would think I've done enough in these streets for niggas to be afraid of me, but I guess I have to set a reminder." I glanced over to the guy sitting in front of me to see what his reaction would be. I need to know if this man really pumps fear into people.
