She was gonna learn that it was my way or my way when it came to shit I wanted. I would always spoil her, and she could have anything she wanted as long as I had air in my lungs, but I ran shit around this bitch. I talked all that shit, knowing that she had me wrapped around her pretty ass fingers. The woman could tell me to shoot the nigga that owned the corner store on her block, and I would be coming in through the back of the store to handle him because she asked me to. Anjo didn’t realize the power she possessed when it came to me.
like we know who really run things around here
