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having to grieve someone that was alive was ten times harder.
Here I was chilling with my future wife and then gun shots rang out. What pissed me off the most was that my baby didn’t even get the chance to eat her food. She tossed that shit on the floor as she dove onto the floor.
Capone reached his hand out and slapped him in the back of the head. “Nigga, you don’t see her husband standing here?”
“Everything I say eventually happens. How it happens is up to us, but I know it’s going to happen.”
“Because I’m not asking you… I’m telling you. Gorgeous, you over here trying to keep a neutral face, but you wanna blush for your man.”
“Then I guess we’re attending a funeral together… they gonna introduce you as his special friend, right?”
“It’s nothing for me to take you back to my house and keep your ass hostage for a few days.”
It may have sounded crazy to refer to her as my wife and my home as hers, but all I was doing was speaking shit into existence. It was only a matter of time before she would be in my kitchen butt ass naked making me dinner.
“Tell me right now that you don’t want me sharing your dick… I’ll stop fucking her.”
I didn’t even smell or taste the pussy and she had me ready to risk it all to be up under her.
“You’re mine, Erin. I’m not fucking joking when I say that shit either. Stop trying to make me show you that I mean what I say, because it won’t be pretty.”
“Figured my dream girl should have her dream car, even if I could put her in something better.”