I walked out of the guest bedroom with a small smirk on my face, and one name on my mind.
She doesn't know who she's messing with. I'd blow her head off her fucking shoulders without any hesitation. She's childish and ignorant. I honestly don't know why I haven't killed her yet. I guess I just find her little side comments amusing. No one has ever dared to stand up to me before, and then one day she just waltz's her bold ass right into my life, telling me off left and right.
I don't trust her, I definitely don't like her, so why would I let her join my gang?
Maybe, I did it because I knew her and that little red headed boy would do anything to join De La Rosa, even if that means taking out my greatest enemy. Frank Lucas, with his bitch ass.
"I knew it." My smirk instantly dropped when I came face-to-face with Natasha. She stood there, hands on her hips, and lips pursed into a thin line. "You're cheating on me with that bitch already."
Natasha Williams. The only girl that could ever take the title as my girl. And before you get the wrong idea, I don't actually like Natasha Williams, and I definitely don't consider her my girlfriend. I consider her as my main fuck-buddy. Yes, she belongs to me, but I could never love her in a romantic way.
She's a stuck-up-bitch. However, I do like her good pussy.
I swear, her body is the only thing holding this so-called relationship together.
I groaned. "Not right now, Natasha."
"When?" I rolled my eyes and tried to walk around her. She caught my arm before I could leave. "Stop acting like this, Cole. Just tell me what I did wrong, I'll fix it. Tell me what she has that I don't. I'll try my best to be a better girlfriend. Just don't leave me, please."
YOU ARE READING
"Cole Ryder is the biggest Cocaine Kingpin in the states. Thirty agents have already tried to stop him, and failed. What makes you think you'll be any different?" I smirked as I propped my feet on top of his desk. "I don't think, sir. I know. Trust...