𝗡𝗮𝗼𝗺𝗶 | 𝗡𝗕𝗔 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗯𝗼𝘆✓ | 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱

𝗜𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔 𝗜𝗠𝗠𝗔 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗔𝗦𝗦🗣️

She fell to the floor with her eyes closed.

Hope I ain't killed the bitch.

I shooked her and she still ain't getting up.

Shrugging I grabbed her arm dragging her into the bathroom.

Getting some water, I threw it on her and she gasped sitting up.

"See you almost fucking died, but say get the fuck up out my house hoe." I snapped pointing to the door.

"No, I'm not leaving. Who is Naomi?" She asked. "I bet you gone do her ugly ass dirty too, huh? You gone beat her ass? Shii I'll kill her for you."

"YOU TALKING ABOUT MY WIFE!?" I got heated going to my bedside grabbing my gun. "BOUT BOUT BOUT BOUT MY WIFE!?"

Ian finna let her talk about Naomi like that.

She took off running downstairs as I chased after her.

"DON'T FUCKING RUN NOW, AND YOU KNOW I'LL SHOOT YOU" I yelled as she ran to the living room.

Now she wanna leave huh?

The gang got up and looked at us as she was hid behind them.

Is she slow?

"BITCH MY BRUDDAS ON MY SIDE, IF YOU DON'T GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THEM" I got even more mad.

She knows I wouldn't shoot them.

"Mane what happen?" Ben asked.

"This bitch woke me up, then she started talking about Naomi." I mugged.

"Oh damn." He busted out laughing and him and Joe moved. "Yo ass is grass."

"Should know he don't play about her." Joe laughed too.

Tears were coming down her face and I shooked my head.

I laughed before turning my gun around starting to pistol whoop her.

"Woah woah woah." Three backed me off her. "Must forgot who daughter this is?"

"Mane fuck him." I mugged. "Ha bitch ass daddy."

"GET THE FUCK UP OUT MY HOUSE BEFORE I GET YOU UP OUT OF IT MYSELF" I yelled.

She instantly got up and ran out.

I dropped my gun on the floor walking off as I paced around.

This bitch got me heated, ion even wanna go back to sleep.

Fucking pissed off.

"Calm down Youngboy." Ben looked at me. "She gone."

"No." I said. "I was this fucking close to meeting Naomi, and she fucked it up. She was just finna let me meet her in fucking person."

"Ohhhh damnnnnn." Joe dragged out. "So you missed your chance?"

"Mane ion fucking know, but ian even trying to go to sleep no more. Fuck it right now." I said before going up to my room slamming the door.

𝗜𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗠𝗮𝘆𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿
𝗬𝗮𝘆𝗮

(A/n: Her head is gigantic 😂, or is it just me that thinks that?)

I cried as I got into my car starting it up pulling off.

I can't believe he hit me again.

Even after I took him back.

And who is this Naomi bitch?

Where the fuck is she?

He only talks about her in his dreams, so what the fuck is up with that?

I sighed as I started speeding to my house.

No, I can't go to there.

They think he's good to me, this would make things worse between me and him.

I sighed deciding to get an hotel room.

I looked at my face in the mirror, and it had blood on it, from him hitting me with the gun.

I shooked my head parking in a hotel parking lot, getting some napkins out of my purse, and wiping off my face.

I put on some shades, and got out my car.

I got me a room, and parked at the door, then went in.

Plopping down on the bed, I felt weak, and dizzy.

If Kentrell wants to play games, then let the games begin.

Not sparing anybody's feelings now.

First, I gotta get rid of this Naomi bitch.

Whoever she is, I hope she know imma beat her ass.

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NOOOOOOO THEY AIN'T MEET YET🤣, I JUST LOVE PLAYING WITH Y'ALL HEADS

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