"Shoot im missing 34 cents"

"Thats alright" he smiled.

I gave him the 6 dollars and left the car, and soon entered the gym,

tonight i was going to fight with this bitch called.
"Cassandra" her fighting name being
"Baby face breisha" we werent allowed to use our real names in underground fighting. the only reason was so people or gang leaders didn't trace back to us

lots of Mafia leaders come to watch us fight, they wanted to see if they were able to recruit any special people as their body guards or something, i was offered quite a few times but i wasn't into that shit

Some people even payed to have their enemies killed.
It was dangerous.
But it was also what
I did for a living

My Dad used to be my fighting coach, heck i learnt how to beat bitches up and fuck niggas up in high school cus of what he tought me.. my mom always complained, but fuck that bitch.. she never taught me anything essential like my dad did

Anyway i had to be prepared to fight Baby face breisha, me and her clashed alot because of an incident that took place, but we were also the top fighters in the building, and you know what they say, theres never space for two at the top

Me and her used to be best friends.
But greed and competition became our priorities which became toxic for our relation.

But i didnt believe in that shit anymore, it took me alot of fake friends to realise you cant trust nobody.

But i didnt believe in that shit anymore, it took me alot of fake friends to realise you cant trust nobody

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As soon as i entered the gym, i swiped my card on the ATM machine to pay for todays class.

Something caught my eye, there was someone i recognised from far.

Once i took a good glance at the chocolatey man, it took me no more that two seconds to figure out it was Flaco.

What?! Why was this the first time i seen this nigga here?

He was shirtless, and had sweat drip down all the way to his abbs

he seemed so focused on the punching bag that he kept sending it flying, it made him look sexier, his eyebrows furrowed, his lips pursued while he gritted.

But I didnt want him to see me here and ask questions, so i grabbed onto my duffel bag tighter and walked away

"DIAMOND??" Someone yelled.

"Oh shit oh shit" i mumbled
I rolled my eyes quickly facing him and giving him a smile.

i waved at him.

"Cmere" he beckoned

I went over there to give him a hug but realised he was sweating... but damn he was hot.

"I knew it was you!" he exclaimed while his tounge flickered around his pearl white teeth

I laughed

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