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“Mi Hermano!” Juan dropped to his knees and cried. “You’re a monster senor!” “That hurts.” I pouted as I looked down at him and palmed my chest. “If that’s how you feel, I might as well do this.”
He looked up as he finished his text. “Cash Money and Killa Mike have been doing their thing.” “Nigga who?” I asked confused as fuck.
because a nigga like me is outside too, and my ghetto birds give me all the tea.” “All the what, nigga?” I frowned.
We started kicking it on some chill shit and she eventually got comfortable when she found out what a nigga was worth and felt like she didn‘t need to do shit but be a kept bitch. One day she came to me with a ring she picked out and suggested we get married.
you want to kick it with your main heifer tonight so I won’t bother asking you to come out for a drink. Hit me when you’re free.”
Before me, this nigga stood with a torn wife beater, inside out sweats, two different slides, and a shiesty mask. Hanging from his mouth was a funky ass cigarette. Not to mention the AK-47 with a hundred round drum attached draped over his shoulder. This boy was a fucking clown and didn‘t take shit seriously to save his life.
Boom! “Yessss you big foot muthafucka you! Kick that shit off the hinges then.” Xay’s silly ass hyped me as we entered the house.
wasn’t eyeing that man.” I was lying like hell but that wasn’t the point. “But you were definitely ready to bust it open for the homie.” “And if he licks his lips at me one more time, we go together.” She stated as she held one arm in the air and twerked in her seat.
“Because she said she wants to be fucked hanging over my balcony and I told her I want to fold her like a pretzel and fuck her upside down with my finger in her ass..” He looked at her with pure lust in his eyes. “I think I love you shorty.”
Traveling down his body, the weapon between his leg was the type to have me pulling up to his house and fighting every bitch that wasn’t his mother. Shit, the way he had me feeling I would have to slap her around a few times for birthing something so perfect.
“And that caused you to cry?” She sported a confused look. “Because the way Xavier got me feeling, I want to find Jesus and kiss his feet for having me cross paths with that big dick Mandingo ass nigga.”
He never tells me he doesn’t like my ideas or that my opinion doesn’t matter. When an idea is pitched, he only wants it to make sense. We make every single decision together and run all of our businesses as a team.

