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I'm surprised Jirani wasn't playing me. We're in his car not talking at all but some old Drake songs are playing. "What did you tell that fat fuck to make him allow you to take me?" I ask, breaking the silence between us. "I told that nigga I'm taking you to the club to get you familiar with having to sell pussy." he answers. My eyes widen. He starts laughing. "Relax. We going to get food, that's it." he assures me.

"So, that bastard wants me to be a prostitute all because of my dad?" I yell. "Calm down. You'll be fine." he says. "How? I ain't selling no gotdamn pussy for nobody. Tell that nigga he finna just have to kill my mothafuckin ass cause I ain't doing that." I tell him. I'm so serious. "You gotta learn when to talk and when not to talk. As long as you got plenty of mouth and acting hard, they'll just keep fucking you up more and more and eventually, they'll sell you to somebody worse or just kill you to get rid of you altogether." he warns me.

"I don't give half a damn about none of that. I don't have anything to do with whatever my dad did to that big belly bandit. I am not selling pussy to pay my dad's debt. Shit, no. You can hang that one up. Only way they'll make money off my pussy is if they kill me then charge niggas to hit it in my casket, period." I go off. I'm so mad right now. He starts laughing a little. "I promise I'm taking you serious right now. You just funny as hell at the wrong times." Jirani says.

I roll my eyes at him. "Me being kidnapped and forced into prostitution is far from funny." I say. "I ain't laughing at that. How you cracking jokes and expect me to not laugh?" he asks. "I'm not joking. I'm so serious. I'm genuinely not about to be a prostitute. Jirani, help me, please." I beg him. "I would if I could but I'll get killed by them." he says, sighing. "How? Don't you got a gun?" I ask. "I do but between me and you, I'm they son." He tells me. "And they heartless. They'll kill my ass just as fast as they'll kill anybody else." He adds, looking straight ahead as he drives.

I raise my eyebrow. "You're their son?" I ask, making sure we're on the same page here. "Ain't that what I said? John and Alicia my parents." He says. I shake my head in disgust. "Let me out of this car or I promise you I'm gonna roll down the window and scream my ass off for help." I threaten him. I don't want to make it hard on him but I mean it when I say I'm gonna act a fool. He pulls a gun on me. "Ion wanna shoot you but I'll kill yo ass if you scream any fucking thing out the window. Before I go to jail, Imma kill you." He says. I know he's serious about killing me but part of me wanna test my luck and do it anyway. I'm in a fucked up position either way it goes and I'd rather die trying than be a punk about it and still end up dying when it's all said and done.

"You're a sick son of a nasty, smelly bitch." I snap on him, crying. I'm so mad and frustrated. "Quit judging me, gotdamn." He snaps back on me. "Bitch, your damn parents are pimping bitches out and some of them are younger than me! One of those fucking girls in that room said she was fifteen years old! You are in the business with your parents so damn right, Imma judge your pussy ass too!" I yell, slapping the shit out of him. He shoves me away from him then continues to drive.

"You throwing a whole lot of insults my way and for what? You ain't ever walked a day in my shoes and you don't know what the fuck you talking about. I have never raped or beat on a woman a day in my life. I ain't my momma or my fuckin' daddy. I damn near don't have a choice but to put up with it." He explains, looking extra pissed off about my comments. I don't care about none of that stuff he talking about. This is my life we're dealing with and all he can do is whine to me about how I've never walked a day in his shoes. "I don't wanna walk a day in those big ass Jordans no way." I say, rolling my eyes at his dumb ass.

He stops at a red light then starts glaring at me. "All I'm saying to you is this... you look grown so I'm positive you can make your own decisions at this point of your life. If you can do your own thing, why in the hell are you helping your parents pimp bitches out?" I ask. "You don't know shit about me. You lucky I'm even trying to help you. You could be at the house eating smash bags with the rest of the bitches." he says. "Smash bags?" I ask, raising my eyebrow. "It's where they put ketchup, shrimp, lemon juice, and lettuce in a bag, mash it up, then make the women eat it. Those women there haven't had real food since they first got there. You lucky." he says.

"You just as sick as your momma and daddy." I tell him, staring at him in disbelief. I thought shit like this only happens in movies but I was obviously wrong. How does he think he's any better just because he don't beat and rape nobody? He helps them out and he literally walked me to that room knowing his momma and daddy were about to try to force me into a threesome. His momma ate my pussy against my will with his dad's gun to my head and he knew it was gonna happen. I don't feel bad for feeling this way towards him. He could've tried to stop it or warned me but he just let the bullshit go on. "Okay, Brooklyn. Feel how you want to." he says, ending the conversation. I throw my middle finger up at him, just to feel like I won. The shit ain't over until I say it's over with.

He pulls in the parking lot of nasty ass McDonald's then parks the car. "I don't eat McDonald's." I say. "Why not?" he asks. "Cause it ain't good for you." I answer, keeping it short. There's a whole lot of reasons why I don't like McDonald's. Their customers always having nasty attitudes is the smallest issue of them all. It's much more than that.

"Where you wanna eat at then? You don't have too many options though. I ain't trying to get caught up doing this shit. I'm sneaking or did you forget that while you were busy talking your bullshit to the only nigga willing to help you out?" he sarcastically asks. "Don't get sarcastic with me like I don't have the right to have an attitude with you. Jirani, I appreciate you trying to look out for me as far as getting me food, but that's not enough for me." I tell him. "What's enough for you then?" he asks. "That dick." I answer, biting my bottom lip.

His eyes widen in shock. "What?" he asks. "You heard me. That dick." I answer, taking my seatbelt off. He starts laughing. "Quit playing with me, Brooklyn. Stay yo ass over there." he demands. I sit up then climb on his lap. "No, really. I want it." I say. "Too bad. You can't have it. What got into you?" he asks. I take a deep breath then step on the gas, swerving as he tries to get me off of him. "What the fuck you doing?" he yells at me, fighting with me for the steering wheel while we go in a weird circle in the parking lot. I'm on his lap on the gas and trying to get the fuck out of here. I played his ass. Hell naw, I didn't want no dick from his friendly, pimp on the low ass.

"Let go of my arm or I swear on my life Imma run us into this building and I mean it!" I yell at him. He lets me go. I stop as a police officer gets out of his car. I didn't even see that officer parked in an unmarked car a few parking spaces over. I've never wanted to be known as a snitch but I definitely don't wanna be known as a fucking prostitute. I'm about to tell him everything he wants to know when he gets over here. "Shit! Now you finna have the fucking law all in this shit!" he snaps on me, shoving me back to my seat.

I sit up straight then roll my eyes at him. "Fuck you and your momma and daddy. You just like they are. I'm not about to be a prostitute so yeah, feel how you want." I say. I appreciate him getting me out the house, but I don't know him so I don't care about him at all. I care about nobody but myself in this situation. I'll be a damn fool to trust him just because he doesn't yell at me or hit on me like his crazy ass parents do me and the other women there. Immediately trusting his drawer handle head ass will be my biggest mistake, more than likely.

"If you open your mouth about what the fuck is going on, believe me when I tell you that you as good as dead." he threatens me, making fear wash over my whole body. I'm not gonna show him that he shook me up though. "Fuck you. Do what you have to do." I say, watching him tuck his gun away as the officer gets closer. He rolls the window down. "Good afternoon, officer." he greets the man. He's a black, bald man who looks like he's in his early to mid forties. He's somewhere between lightskinned and brownskinned. He has plenty of muscles and nice, hazel eyes. He looks like one of those cops who pulls beautiful women over just because he wants to get his flirt on or something. He's undeniably handsome and if I wasn't in the situation I'm in at the moment, I would probably be imagining fucking him in the back of his car. He's sexy as hell.

"What's going on over here?" he asks, looking at me mainly. "My girl and I just got into a small argument, nothing serious though. She crazy so you know, she grabbed the steering wheel on some other shit, trying to show me how mad she is." Jirani explains, chuckling. Damn, this nigga can't lie to save his life. He is dumb as hell for coming up with something like that out of all the things he could've said.

The officer looks at Jirani then back at me. He looks like he has a weird gut feeling about this situation, which he should. I hope he decides to search the car or something cause if he does that, he'll have no choice but to arrest Jirani cause I'm almost positive this gun he got in here isn't legal. I wanna get arrested so I can tell everything and not lie out of fear infront of Jirani. I don't know if that's a good plan or not, but I hope this officer checks this shit out.

"Is that true, young lady?" he asks me. Jirani glances at me then back at the officer. I sigh. "Yeah... I'm sorry for acting crazy." I lie. Damn, why did I do that? He looks me over. "You look familiar. What's your name?" he asks, eyeing me suspiciously. Where the hell does he think he know me from? I've never seen this man a single day in my whole entire life. "Jade." I lie, raising my eyebrow. "Jade?" he asks, with an iffy look on his face. "Yeah, Jade. Do you know me from church? You look familiar as well." I lie, playing along. Damn, please let the Milkdud shaped ass officer use common sense and help a bitch out here.

He shakes his head no. "Oh, no. I thought you were someone else. Listen, you two. I don't know what's going on here but I'm gonna let you two go with a warning. Stop whatever it is y'all were doing in this vehicle before you hurt yourselves or worse, somebody else. Go home or wherever y'all are headed and calm down. Have a good night." he says to us. "You do the same, man." Jirani says. "Goodnight." I say, forcing a smile on my face. The anger I have in me is probably radiating off my damn body right now. The officer gives me one more look like he's not so sure about something then walks away.

"Why he was looking at you like that?" Jirani asks me, pulling out of the parking lot. "I don't know. You lucky I didn't snitch on you." I answer. "Why didn't you?" he asks. I shrug my shoulders. "You would've killed me." I mumble as my eyes fill with tears. He glances at me then back at the road. "I'm real sorry you in this position." he says, breaking the silence. "If you were sorry, you'd let me go." I say.

He's just riding in silence. "Yo... you got something to say?" he asks, breaking the tense and uneasy silence that's evident to the both of us. I shake my head no as tears roll down my cheeks. "Look... I'll help you as long as you help me." he offers. "Help you how, Jirani, damn?" I yell at him. "Relax. Okay, look... I don't know what the future holds but I do know that anything can happen. If the feds ever catch on to my parents' operation, promise me you won't throw my name in that shit and I promise I'll look out for you." he says. "I won't but those other bitches will rat on you." I tell him.

This is the most awkward ride ever. He's not talking and neither am I. "What is this?" I ask, looking at the medium sized, raggedy building. It's covered in chipped, white paint and has a few faded, red words painted at the top. I'm just staring at it and trying to figure out what the hell it once said. "Mariano's." Jirani says as if he can read my mind.

"What is this?" I ask, looking around. There's loud, drunk men outside talking and laughing, smoking cigarettes, and a few women who look rough as hell but tried to dress up the best they could and come here. All I see is older people. "It's a hole in the wall club where mainly older folks come chill at. It be the same people here every weekend. They all come from different hoods but when they here, everybody is one." He explains, opening his door.

I get out of the car, looking around. "Do you see what I have on? I look like I live in Hugh Hefner's Playboy mansion. I ain't going in this place like this." I say. "It's okay, Brooklyn. Nobody give a fuck about what you wearing." He says. I shake my head no. "You ain't scared to be seen with me? You do know I'm technically a missing teenager, right?" I ask. I wonder if that social worker lady ever followed up with Quin about me. I doubt it though because it was very obvious that she really didn't too much care because I'm pretty much an adult. I wonder if anybody bothered to label me as a missing person or not. Jirani just straight up ignored my question.

He's holding my hand tight like he thinks Imma run as we walk in the club. "Let me go!" I snap on him. He gives me a warning look. "That's why your fat ass nose look like a lightbulb and you got a booger, bitch. Let me hand go, holding on to me tight like that. I just said I ain't about to run, so let go of me!" I go off on him, trying to snatch away again but he will not let go.

He leans close to me. "Quit trying to make a scene before you just be dead." he whispers in my ear, sending chills down my spine. I look at him then calm down a little. I've realized that he ain't as nice and innocent as he pretends to be. Every other second, I'm getting these scary ass vibes from him like the devil is on his damn shoulders or something. I think he's an actor at this point and just wants me to think he's a victim of his parents' shit. Hell naw, there's no way he's a nice ass nigga like he had me thinking.

He paid a bouncer ten dollars to let the both of us in. The club ain't too big and it's nothing fancy but these people are in here having the time of their lives, dancing to Twista's song Slow Jamz as it plays really loud.

It's white folding tables in different areas with folding chairs a lot of people are sitting in. It's a bring your own bottle club because there's no bar but people still have random bottles of alcohol opened for their groups of people. The DJ doesn't have a fancy booth or anything like that but he's still working and looking like he's enjoying every single second of the job he's doing.

"She said she want some Marvin Gaye, some Luther Vandross." Jirani sings, looking around. "You can't even fucking sing, dumb bitch." I mumble to him, only for him to squeeze my hand as hard as he can. "Ouch." I cry out, feeling like Imma pass out from that pain. "I'm sick of yo disrespect, you lil bitch. Keep on and watch what happens." he warns me, not even sounding like the same nigga from earlier.

"Who you calling a bitch? You just a bitch ass nigga like your daddy is." I say, trying to pry his hand away but he won't let go. He slams me down in one of the folding chairs then sits in the one next to me. He starts staring at me as tears roll down my cheeks. I'm so mad, frustrated, and every other emotion that falls in that category. Fuck my daddy for living a secret life and being the reason this is happening to me, fuck Quin for kicking me out and being the reason I even stumbled into the strip club and met Kyro, fuck Kyro and everybody else in the damn grocery store that acted too afraid to stop a crazy nigga who kidnapped my ass in broad daylight like a bunch of bitches, fuck everybody at whatever whore house I currently live in, and it's damn sure fuck Jirani for being a fake ass sympathetic mothafucka who is just like his parents. Fuck everybody.

"I'm really trying to help you but you making this shit hard for me cause you keep on acting dumb." he says. I stand up then kick him in his chest as he slams me right back down in the chair. "This the shit I'm talking about! You drawing people's attention!" he snaps on me as a few people at another table kind of watch us on the low. It's like they're trying to hide the fact that they're being nosey right now.

"I don't care!" I yell. My emotions are at an all time high. "Get up." he demands, keeping his eyes on our surroundings. "No." I say. "I said get up, so get the fuck up." he demands, snatching me up like he don't even care about being seen anymore. "If you scream, you dead." he threatens me, wrapping his arm around me. To people around, I'm sure it looks like he's my boyfriend holding me by my waist but he's really digging his nails deep in my side as we walk.

He opens the bathroom door then throws me into the wall. It's one of those family bathrooms where it's just one toilet and sink. I watch in fear as he closes and locks the door. He pulls his gun on me. "See... I tried to warn you but you leaving me no fucking choice." he says, putting the gun to my head. My whole life just flashed before my eyes. I'm crying, screaming, and begging him not to do it. "I'll do what you want, Jirani, don't kill me!" I scream, on the ground begging and staring in his emotionless eyes.

He smiles, watching me like he's above me. He grabs my hair then shoves my head into the side of the toilet. Somebody starts knocking on the door. "What's going on in here?" a man yells, still banging on it. Jirani motions for me to be quiet as he puts the gun between my eyes. I'm trying to be as quiet as possible. "My bad, nigga. I'm fucking my bitch!" Jirani yells. "None of that is allowed in my club! Come out!" the older man yells. Maybe, that's the owner. I can tell he's old. "My bad, bruh." Jirani yells back.

He shoves my head in the toilet water. I'm crying and trying to get my head out of it but it's like he got his foot to the back of my head and not allowing me to get up. He flushes the toilet as I scream. Water is getting all up my nose, in my eyes, and a little in my mouth. He snatches me out by my hair then slams me into the mirror. "Now, look at yourself. You ain't shit. You pathetic. I tried to be nice but you didn't want that. Now, look at yourself. You a worthless ass bitch. Look at what you made me do." he says as I stare at my wet, emotional face in the mirror.

I've never felt so shitty in my whole life. Usually, I'm fighting back but at this point, I don't even have anything to say. Fuck it, I give up. I'm done fighting. I just want to die now because I already feel dead. It's like I'm in a living hell that I don't even deserve and can't get out of.

Jirani throws the roll of paper towels at me. "I don't even like hurting you." he says, watching me wipe my face with a couple of paper towels. I feel numb and I feel like I ain't shit. I don't even have a response to that shit he said. "Aight. When we go out here, avoid looking anybody in the eye, do as I say, and don't answer shit anybody may or may not ask yo ass. Let me do all the talking." he says. "Understand?" he asks. I nod my head yes. "Yes." I answer. I give up on fighting for myself now. No matter how hard I try, I can't beat him or anybody that's in control my life now.

We just walked out of the bathroom. There's an older black man with a head full of gray hair standing right here. "I'm the club owner. Is there an issue?" he asks, mainly looking at me. I look away. "No." I lie, feeling Jirani dig his nails in my hand to keep my quiet. "Naw, I told you we just fucked. I'm sorry." Jirani apologizes. "All of that hollering is not permitted here. You scared away a few customers. Get a room or do it at home." the man says. "Okay." Jirani says, pulling me away.

We sit down at a table. Women at a table next to us are laughing their asses off as one of them does a split, shaking her ass. That looks so nasty. She's at least seventy years old doing that. I can't blame her for living her life to the fullest though. At least she's not in my position right now and has the freedom to even do that.

Jirani motions for a waitress to walk over here. She smiles as she switches over to our table. "Hey, what can I do for y'all tonight?" the older black woman asks, flashing us a gold tooth covered smile. Damn, she reminds me of one of those hood grandmothers who refuses to get rid of the gold teeth.

"Wassup? Let me get an order of wings." Jirani says, handing her a twenty dollar bill. "Anything else?" she asks, looking at me. "Naw, that'll be all for now." Jirani answers. "What you wanna drink?" she asks. "Y'all got Coke?" he asks. She nods her head yes. "Yeah, we have bottles of coke products only." she answers. "Bring me two of them." he says. She nods her head, smiles, then walks away to I'm guessing their small kitchen that's not too far from us.

Both of us are sitting in silence. The music is so loud and so many people are dancing but it feels like I'm here by myself. I feel like I'm losing my mind. This shit can't be happening to me. I just don't know what I did to deserve anything that's happening to me. My dad's the one that made the mistakes, so why do I have to pay for them?

The waitress brought my wings ten minutes ago but I haven't even touched them. "You finna eat?" Jirani asks. I roll my eyes at him. "I ain't hungry." I lie. My already flat stomach feels flatter than usual and my stomach is growling like crazy. "Yes you are. You better eat. Y'all next meal until until tomorrow night." he says. I ignore him, picking up one of the flat wings that's covered in sauce.

"Can I get some ranch dressing?" I ask him, looking around the small club. I wanna look everywhere except at him because I hate him already. "Yeah. Walk right up to that counter and get it. If you try to run, that's yo ass." he threatens me. I roll my eyes as I stand up. I feel disgusting with all these old men staring at me. I'm dressed like a pure slut in the shit they made me wear back at whatever place they took me to when I got snatched up.

"Can I help you, baby?" A younger waitress asks me. She looks like she's in her early forties. "I just needed ranch." I answer. She gives me a concerned look as she hands me two cups of ranch dressing. "Is everything okay?" she asks me. "No." I answer, being honest with her. "What is your name?" she asks. I look back at Jirani as he watches me like a hawk. "I can't tell you that." I answer. It's for her own good and I know it. I don't want anything to happen to her because of me. I won't be able to live with that.

"Is that nigga over there hurting you?" she asks me, keeping her voice low. I nod my head yes. "Tell me your name, baby. Everything will be okay." she says as she hands me a napkin to wipe my tears. I trust her for some reason. "Brooklyn Jackson." I mumble. Her eyes widen. "You the girl I saw on the news who got kidnapped in the store." she says, shaking her head as she grabs her phone.

"I'm fine." I lie, walking away from her. I sit next to Jirani. He's glaring at me so hard. "The fuck you say to that old bitch?" he asks me. "Nothing. She asked did I need anything else and I said no." I lie. "I look stupid to you?" he asks. "Yes." I answer, being honest. He does look stupid as fuck to me.

He starts laughing. "You think you funny, don't you?" he asks. I ignore him, looking at him like he ain't shit. "Okay. Now, you got me out of character. Get yo mothafuckin' ass up and don't make a sound." he demands, grabbing my hand. He's pulling me towards the exit so hard. "Let me go!" I yell at him, feeling like he's about to rip my arm off.

The lady who gave me ranch storms over here as other people just watch. "Girl, stay out of that!" another lady snaps on her. "Get the fuck out my business." Jirani demands. "Let this damn girl go or I'm calling the police!" she yells at him. He ignores her, snatching me out of the club. He throws me in the backseat of the car then slams the door.

My eyes widen as he grabs the lady. "Get the fuck off of me!" she screams as he throws her in here with me. He starts driving behind the building. "Y'all got cameras?" he asks her. "No, we don't have any cameras out here but if you do anything to me and this baby, I swear the police will find out because I'm telling it!" she yells. He gets out then throws her on the ground. I scream as loud as I can as he shoots her right between her eyes behind the building.

"Let me out!" I scream, pulling the door handle. Fuck, it's child locked. "You lost yo fucking mind!" he yells, driving fast as he gets away from the club. I can't believe he just killed somebody infront of me. That lady was innocent. I knew I should've never told her anything. I hope his dumb ass gets caught for doing that so sloppily. I feel sick as a dog now. I feel like a terrible person. "You the reason I did that shit. Now that lady dead. Congratulations, dumb bitch." he says to me.

"Let me go, please!" I beg, sobbing. He stops at a red light then leans back here. "I told you I didn't even wanna do this shit to you, now I have to!" he yells, punching me in the side of my head over and over. I feel like I'm about to pass out now. That hurt so bad.

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"Bitch, wake up." I hear somebody say to me, shaking me. I sit up, glaring at some woman. I look around then sigh. I'm back in the same room without the windows. Everything that happened just came rushing back to my memory. Jirani knocked me out cold like I was some type of nigga. "I ain't a bitch. Move." I demand, pushing her off of me. I can't remember her name but I do know she sleeps in this room too.

Her and the other girls are staring at me. "I'm Mercedes." she reminds me, throwing her long red weave over her shoulder. Her along with the other women in here are dressed up nicely with their makeup, hair, and nails done. "Get away from me." I demand, sitting up. I don't want to be touched or bothered. I can't get the images of Jirani killing that innocent woman out of my head for nothing.

"You know we about to go to work soon so somebody gotta take you to the shower and get you fixed up too." Mercedes says to me. She has on a tight ass pink dress that shows all her boobs hanging all out of the top and a white fur wrapped around her shoulders. "I ain't wearing no slut shit like that." I say, standing up.

"Bitch, please. You'll get enough of not doing what you told. Ain't you tired of getting yo ass beat? I heard Jirani knocked yo ass out last night. How else you think you ended up in here on the floor?" she asks. "What time is it?" I ask. "Girl, I don't know. All I know is you've been knocked out since last night and it's a whole new evening now." she explains.

This can't be real. The door opens up. A man I've never seen steps in here. He's tall, darkskinned, and bald with blue contacts. He looks a fucking mess. "Come here." he says to me, pointing. "Just go." Mercedes mumbles to me as I glare at the man. I stand up then reluctantly walk over to him. He grips my ass then smiles. "Get the hell off me, bitch ass elephant foot built ass nigga!" I snap on him, pulling his hand away from me.

He shoves me out the room then follows close behind me. "You breathing down my damn neck and for what?" I ask him. "Shut the fuck up, bitch." he demands. "Your momma a bitch and I hope she ain't fat, black, greasy, and ugly like your ass is." I say, only for him to push me and almost make me fall on my face.

He walks me in a bathroom where that same bitch Alicia is. "You again." I mumble, rolling my eyes. "You right. Take them clothes off, bitch. Let me watch you wash that pussy so you can go and make me some money." she says, biting her bottom lip. "Kill me, bitch." I say. I give up. She ain't about force her tongue on my vagina again. I'm so sick of this disgusting place.

I look outside of the door. My eyes widen. "Kyro!" I scream, trying to get past the big bald man. Kyro looks back at me then keeps walking. What the hell? He must've known. "Kyro, help me!" I yell as he ignores me. No, this can't be happening.

JAVIER

Damn, the shit with Brooklyn is so heavy on my mind today. It's almost five and I'm just not getting over here to pick up my lil girl from his momma's house. I was supposed to do it earlier but I had some other shit going on.

I get out of my car then walk to the front door. MiKayla and I go back and forth. One day she my ex and the next day, she my bitch again. I fucked that bitch Lola from the stripclub but that was one of the moments me and Mikayla wasn't dealing with each other. We literally got back together earlier today. Me and her be on some other shit but it's mainly because we so young with so much stress trying to raise a baby together.

She a hood bitch to the core and I love that shit. She grew up right here in the hood in the same broken down orange house. I've never dealt with a good girl before. Brooklyn is the closest thing to a girl that don't come from the bottom I've ever spent any time around. Shit, I can't even pick up my daughter without thinking about helping Brooklyn out.

I knock on the door then step back, waiting for her to open it. Her brother opens it then shakes my hand. "Wassup?" I ask, walking in. "Shit, I'm living." he answers. Her brother a real cool ass nigga but he ain't doing shit. The nigga twenty seven still living at home getting high all day. He don't work for shit so I don't hang with him. I don't need that around me.

I walk to MiKayla's room. She smiles at me. I walk over to her then give her a kiss. I got so much respect for her after she had my daughter a year ago. That shit wasn't supposed to happen but it is what it is. "Wassup baby?" I ask. "Hey, Javier. For a minute, I thought you was fucking with a bitch life." she says. "Why?" I ask, laughing. "Boy, cause I thought you wasn't finna show up like you promised me." she says. "Hell naw, Brooklyn, you know I would never play you like that." I say.

She lays Haven down then stands up. Why she staring at me funny? "What?" I ask. "Who the fuck is Brooklyn, nigga?" she asks. "What you know about her?" I ask, raising my eyebrow. I ain't keeping it a secret from her because I have nothing to hide but I still don't even know how she found out about that situation.

"You just called me that bitch name so who the fuck is that? We finna be over in a minute! I knew yo ass was cheating on me!" she goes off of me. Haven starts crying, staring at her like she scared. I pick my daughter up then look at MiKayla. I swear I get accused of cheating more than any nigga I know and the crazy thing is I only fuck other bitches when me and her fall off, not when we together because I'm loyal.

"Brooklyn ain't somebody you should worry about, baby. She just somebody me and Quin be helping and she got a crazy situation." I explain. "A crazy situation? Mothafucka, you really think Imma believe you and your dog ass brother helping some bitch out and ain't fucking her too? I ain't ever heard of no bitch named Brooklyn!" she yells.

I ignore her as I rock Haven in my arms. "Oh, you can't hear me now?" she hollers in my face. "Get back. Quit that shit with my daughter right here. I just said it ain't shit happening. You can even meet her ass when some shit get taken care of. I didn't mean to call you her name or no shit so don't think that. Her situation just been on my mind." I say.

"Get the fuck out, nigga, cause I know you cheating on me!" she yells. We break up then get back together. Each break up is because she stay swearing up and down I'm cheating. We were together for a month when I first knocked her up. Sometimes, I regret even meeting her and she make me sick but other times, I be all up under her ass. I don't even love her though. That's the crazy thing.

"Let me see yo phone." I demand. "See my phone? Give me yours! You don't pay none of my bills so don't ask for my damn phone!" she snaps. "What you got in the phone?" I ask, raising my eyebrow. I've never asked to go through her phone cause I don't care that much but I'm curious now. She defensive as hell all of a sudden.

I pull my phone out my pocket, unlock it, then give it to her. I ain't no cheating ass nigga so she ain't about to find shit in it. She sits down on the bed then starts scrolling. "I bet you deleted it." she says. "Naw, it ain't nothing. Give me yo phone, MiKayla." I demand. She looks at me. "No. You don't pay for it." she says. "Give me the phone or you single." I say, leaving it at that.

She reluctantly gave me her phone and I'm going through it on ten right now. "I knew you was cheating." I say, chuckling. She been texting all types of niggas and even a couple of females too. "Damn, I didn't even know you liked pussy." I add. I can't even do nothing but laugh. She did all that hollering and stressing me out, constantly accusing me of cheating when she ain't shit but a disloyal bitch I fucked around and knocked up.

"It wasn't even like that, Javier. They don't mean nothing to me, you do. You my nigga and I'm yo bitch forever. I just be lonely when you hustling and not talking to me so I be talking to folks and telling them what they wanna hear but I will never do shit." she says fast as hell. She talking how that nigga Twista be rapping and I barely can even understand what the fuck she saying to me.

"All I know is a bunch of bullshit just came out yo mouth. Me and you done and ain't shit else to it. Imma get my daughter and go." I say, grabbing Haven's diaper bag. I knew she wasn't shit when I met her but I just keep on feeling like I gotta be with her just cause we got a child together so I always force myself to come back to her dumb bullshit. I ain't doing that no more. Not only is she problematic and always making my life a living hell, she ain't loyal to me. This shit dead.

"Really, Javier? You know you be talking to other bitches when we fall off." she says, following me to the front door as I hold my daughter. "Yeah, when we off, I do my thing. When we on, I'm all yours. You be doing your thing when we off and when we on. I could respect the shit if you wasn't on my dick accusing me of shit that you really doing." I say, walking out the house.

She follows me out to my Audi. "That ain't fair!" she cries. I ignore her as I strap Haven in her carseat. I check it to make sure it's tight enough then walk to my door. "Mane, what the hell you doing?" I ask MiKayla. She  sitting in my seat. "You ain't leaving me, nigga. We getting married and raising Haven. Fuck that other shit." she says. This the shit I be talking about. Damn, I regret getting her pregnant. I don't regret Haven but I regret her momma.

"Quit playing with me. Get out." I demand, pulling her out my seat. I get in then slam the door and lock it. She starts pulling on the handle, screaming and cussing. "What the fuck?" I mumble as she jumps on the hood of my car, punching the windshield. Why the fuck couldn't Quin be the one stuck with her? It just had to be me.

I roll my window down. "Get off my car!" I demand. "No. You ain't leaving here without talking it out with me." she says. "Imma run yo ass over." I threaten her. I ain't about to run my baby momma over forreal but damn, I want to. "MiKayla, come on. I got shit to do." I say, sighing. "No." she says.

I've been sitting here staring at her crazy ass for twenty minutes. She won't get the fuck off my car no matter what I say or do. "Aight. Get down and we can talk." I say, finally telling her what she wanna hear. She gets down. I make sure she ain't in the way then pull out her driveway. She flips me off. "Fuck you!" she screams.

I'm laughing my ass off as I drive away. She stupid for falling for that. I ain't talking nothing out. The only thing I know is we ain't working a fucking thing out and that she better not have none of those bitch ass niggas or ugly ass dykes she was talking to around my daughter. We'll really have some problems then.

I just got back to the house. "Nigga, wassup? You took long enough. A nigga got shit better to do." Quin says as I lay my daughter in my momma's bed. "Quit all that fucking cussing!" my momma yells at him. "Damn, ma. Relax. You all on my nuts cause ol boy Patrick or Brian or whatever the hell his real name is was married and shit." Quin says to her. She gets up then uppercuts him. Damn.

He starts laughing. "Stop." My dad demands. "Enrique, move!" she yells at him. He chuckles then grips her ass. "I said stop so stop." he says to her, immediately making her stop all that. They got a twisted love. She messed with other niggas when he was locked up for protecting her so now, he just be using her for pussy. I stay out of whatever that is though.

Quin chuckles as he walks out of here. "I ain't finna be gone too long, ma. Just keep her for me." I say to my momma. "Whatever, Javier. Don't have me keeping this girl all night while you chase pussy. If I wanted another baby, I would've had one." she says. I ignore her then walk out of the room. I don't wanna hear that shit when she ain't the one hustling with her life on the line to make sure business is taken care of around here. We got her ass living rent free so the least she can do is watch her own damn grandchild without bitching about it. Damn that shit irritating as fuck.

QUIN

We just got to a massage parlor to meet up with that pimp nigga that goes by Donkey. My pops got me and Javier set up for this meeting. We just here to ask this nigga questions about Brooklyn and that's it. I really don't even give a damn about what happens to some broad I don't know like that but I'm riding cause my brother in it. That's it.

"This shit crazy." Javier says, looking around the building. I nod my head in agreement. It's bad bitches everywhere and all of the massage room doors are closed. It's soft music playing and it's like every female employee is damn near naked. I think this shit an undercover prostitution operation.
All of the bitches here are fine as hell, thick, and they look overly sexual. Damn, I wanna fuck somebody but I ain't catching shit from no high maintenance prostitutes.

"Donkey is ready to see you two." the receptionist says with her eyes mainly on me. She look like she half Chinese and half black, her hair is long, and she got a fat ass. Damn. I bite my lip, looking her up and down. "Wassup with you?" I ask her, standing up. She puts her hand on one of her wide hips then smiles at me. She got a small gap like the one Keyshia Cole used to have but she still sexy.

"I'm working. Have a good day." she says, smirking as she walks away. Damn, she really turned me down. Imma just assume she flexing. She obviously don't know what  a real nigga with a big ass dick and a whole lot of money looks like but it's her dumb ass loss. I ain't tripping over that.

We just got walked to a room by another fine bitch. We sit down at a table across from an older dude that's dressed smooth as hell. The nigga got on a red suit and a red fedora. He reminds me of Pinky from the movie Next Friday. "Wassup pimpin'? You smooth ain't it? Lil fedora having ass nigga." I say, extending my hand. He just staring at a nigga crazy now.

I chuckle. "I'm just bullshitting." I say. "Y'all young boys here to see me, I heard. What do y'all want?" he asks, getting straight to it. "Ain't no point in sitting here bullshitting around. You know this girl?" Javier asks, showing him a picture of Brooklyn on his phone. He found her Facebook page earlier so he could have a good picture of her fine ass to show.

Donkey looks at it. "This the girl from the news." he says, then looks at us. "Yeah... snatched up at a grocery store. So, nigga, if you know anything, let it be known. You got her?" Javier asks, getting mad as hell. Damn, he mad like that bitch our sister or something. It ain't even that deep to me. If we find her, cool. If not, fuck it.

Donkey looks us up and down. "Listen here. I don't snatch bitches up, they come to me willingly. I treat these bitches special. Besides, I need my bitches looking good. Nobody wanna pay to deal with a busted bitch. I don't hurt them." he says. "Have you seen her or not, nigga?" I ask him. I don't care about none of that other shit he just said.

"Yeah. At the strip club. I gave her sexy ass my card but she never called me. That's about it." he says. It seems like he keeping it real with us. "At the strip club? Which one?" I ask to make sure it's the same club we went to looking for her. He pulls his phone out his pocket then starts scrolling. He shows us a picture of the outside. I look at Javier. We were just in that damn club looking for her ass.

Javier stands up. "If I find out you know more than what you telling me, be ready to die." he says. Donkey starts laughing. "Anybody ever tell you that you really do look like a donkey, my nigga?" I ask, looking at him funny. This a real Donkey off Shrek looking ass nigga. "On my soul. Fat teeth having ass." Javier says as we walk out. Donkey is just laughing. "Watch it." he warns us. "I'm so scared. I'm shaking in my damn boots." I sarcastically say to his soft ass.

Me and Javier just got back to the club. Damn, it seems like this club he packed from the moment it opens, even when it ain't even dark outside. We paid to get in here just so we can handle business. We walk up to the bar. "Hey, Jay." the bartender greets Javier, smiling wide as hell. "Wassup Lola? Look... who the hell is the owner?" he asks her. She rolls her eyes. "I told you I can't tell you who he is." she answers, handing some man his drink.

"Why not?" I ask, raising my eyebrow. "I can't do that. He has nothing to do with that girl Jade coming up missing and even if he did, I wouldn't tell y'all. My loyalty is with Kyro." she says. Javier chuckles. "You dumb as fuck. Thank you for telling me that his name is Kyro though." he says as her eyes widen. This bitch stupid.

She rolls her eyes. "Okay, now you know his name. Good for y'all. It ain't like it matters. He didn't do it. He gave that girl a job and that was it." she defends him. "And we'll find out ourselves once we ask the nigga. Where the fuck he at?" I ask. "He ain't here." she answers. I nod my head, smirking. "We'll be back. You can either schedule a meeting or let that mothafucka know we busting up in his office. Ain't shit to find it." I say.

She smiles. "I love the boldness you have but if you think Kyro is just some bitch ass  strip club owner, you got it fucked up. Play with him and see what happens. You'll have a whole bunch of trouble." she warns us. "I like trouble... I love it, actually. I ain't worried about it." I assure her. The hell she think I am?

Javier looks at her. "Give me some pussy." he demands. She rolls her eyes. "No. Y'all came in here all tough and shit. Hell no." she turns him down. He grabs her hand. "You know I was just fucking with you." he says. She starts blushing. "On my break, I got you." she says. I shake my head then walk away, I leaving him over there. How the hell did one damn girl cause so much unusual shit in my life? This is crazy. I don't see why Javier even care so much. Oh well.

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