a/n: "imwt" is just a abbreviation for " in 305 we trust" replacing the "305" with an 'm' for Miami.

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𝙅𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙖 𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 || 𝙅𝙏
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"Caresha grab it!" I mouthed to her over the loud music towards Caresha.

We was in the process of stealing this nigga credit card in the club.

"Grab what?" The boy said. I don't even know his name, I just know he was a thirsty ass millionaire.

"Her drink, wouldn't want no one to put any surprises in it" I quickly lied and showed my brace-filled smile.

"JT can you come to the bathroom with me. I don't wanna be snatched up" Caresha said smiling at the man.

"Yeah, will you still be here when I come back?" I played along with the man.

"Of course, as long as you know where to find me" He showed his golds as we walked away. I made sure to sway my hips.

"Girl I'm so glad we got away from him, he was giving me trick daddy vibes" I laughed as we hurried into the bathroom.

"Shut up cause you gon be the same one acting like you best friends with him everytime him and Trina come to Opa"

(a/n: Opa is short for Opa-Locka)

"I'm sholl is. Now hurry see if the card works" I rushed her.

She started taking her phone out and took pictures of the mans ID and credit card, front to back.

"You think we should sell these?" Caresha asked.

"Yup... after we cash that bitch out" I laughed and dapped her up.

"Let's get outta here"
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𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙖 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙚 || 𝙔𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙞
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𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 ...

"Baby why you keep stopping?" I whined and pushed this boy head back down.

He was someone I met while going into the city to meet up with JT. He was a nice lil dude, had money and good head game.

But he was desperate for a girlfriend. Something that I didn't want to and would never be.

So we settled on being "fuck buddies" while he pay me every now and then.

Don't ask how I got him to do that. When people who got money become desperate, they'll do anything. Trust me. They will blow that money on shit that they think will make them happy.

Money is definitely the root to all evil.

I can't say money don't buy happiness cause it sholl do make me happy. I can only speak for myself and JT.

"Cause I need to talk to you"

"Okay, so talk when you done with this first" I moaned out as he stuck a finger in me.

When he was done, he went to the bathroom to get me a towel to clean up. That gave me enough time to quickly text JT to call me and come up with a emergency so I can go.

I already knew what he wanted to talk to me about. "When am I gon be his girl"

Nigga please.

"Huh" he passed me the towel.

"Thanks" I started cleaning myself then went to go put my clothes back on.

"You already know what I want to talk about" He softly said while I mentally rolled my eyes.

JT call please.

I sighed, "Ja-"

I got cut off by my phone ringing. "Hold on, lemme take this. Hello?" I faked a conversation with JT like something was important when she was really just telling me to pull up at the flea market.

"Here I come!" I hung up the phone and looked at Jameer.

"I gotta go, JT tied up in some shit. Call me!" I rushed out while nearly running out the house and into my car.
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𝙅𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙖 𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 || 𝙅𝙏
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"Bitch fuck all that! I don't give a fuck if you from Liberty City. I want my mothafuckin money, hoe you scammed me" This girl from pompano yelled to the other girl I see time to time who live on my block.

"Bitch I told you the lace wasn't in stock" The other girl shouted back while banging her hands on the hood of somebody car.

Ion know why they chose to fight at the flea market, knowing they asses gon get caught by 12. I just came out here to see one of my niggas and ran into this shit.

Caresha just pulled up and I waved my hand at her.

"Who you wavin at?" Man-Man (one of my niggas) questioned.

"Caresha" Just as I said that she walked over towards me and gave me a hug.

"Girl you just saw me yesterday" I laughed and hugged her back.

"Shut up, anyways what's goin on over here"

"These hoes finna fight" Man-Man spoke up. I'm surprised he spoke, his ass never wanna talk. Be rude as hell.

"Mmm" Caresha hummed and looked at me then whispered "Which one this is? You be having me confused"

"SHUT UP!" I hit her in the arm. "And just for that I won't be tellin you"

( a/n: Is that Willy??)

"It's okay though, cause this ass whooping gon make up for all that money you owe me!" The pompano hoe yelled then punched the other one in the face.

All these people started recording and 'oouuing' while me, Caresha, and Man-Man leaned against his car.

"Girl so whatchu did to yo lil sugar daddy. He all on the gram talm bout some 'these dimes ain't got you foreal and all these hoes played'. I mean he was going off. He was hot as fuck" I explained to Caresha.

(a/n: Dime is just another name to call a girl lol.)

"He probably mad cause I avoided the talk with him again but I don't care cause I BEEN told him what it is and what it ain't gon be and he clearly ain't take my words to heart so" She shrugged before continuing. "In the end, I got my money anyways so it don't matter. I'm never the one hittin him up first, he always be blowing up my phone."

"Period boo" I softly said.
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"You know youn gotta do this shit. I gotchu, youn gotta want for nun with me" Man-Man insisted as we sat on his bed while he counted his money.

I actually liked him for him. For once, I didn't go after him for his money. Maybe that's why he was my favorite nigga.

Plus this nigga a whole drug dealer, he already knew what the fuck I did when he met me so it's not like I could run game on him even if I tried.

I could easily rob him while he sleep but something keep telling me no. Plus, he be giving me money and shit when I don't ask for it. It's like he takes care of me like I'm his girl but he know that I'm not on that typa time right now.

We just vibing and I love it. He don't get mad or hurt when I say I'm not ready for no relationship.

I could say "I can't come over right now, I got a nail appointment" then a whole minute later money would get sent to my cash app.

"But that's the thing. I know but then again I don't know. All I was raised on was hustle. Everybody in my family some hustlers and I can't just depend on one person for anything. I trust you, I do. But I trust my instincts even more." I leaned my head against his shoulder.

"I feel you. Ain't nun wrong with that. That's one of the reasons why I like you. But also a reason that could keep us apart."

"Ba-"

"I just don't like having to see you take money from these broke down, never wearing clothes ass niggas that swear they be on the block"

"Boy be quiet. I feel the same way when I be seeing the hoes you be fuckin on. Beer belly having asses. They weave and leave out be on some whole nother shit. The niggas I be scamming ain't got nothing on the hoes you be fucking" I giggled and sat up.

"Aye calm down na. You know this dick sadity as fuck. It don't enter no hoes like the one you just described"

That's another thing about him. He always liked his women clean. I can admit he got some good taste in women. He never disrespected them either, no matter how much of a hoe she is.

I can tell whoever raised him, raised him right too. He just got caught up in the wrong crowd. He could be living it up right now and out of Miami. He had a good head on his shoulders, smart as hell.

"Shut up. You know that dick just as much of a shone as the owner is"
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Hey y'all 💗

Yes I'm back. It took me hella long because I was deadass stuck on how to start the book cause it don't really got a plot.

It's just basically them getting out of the projects and Miami as a whole. Leaving their conniving lifestyle behind them.

Short lil chapter tingz.

Some of this stuff is fiction, some of it is non fiction. Meaning don't take everything from this book and run with it.

For example, "Man-Man" is just a made up character. I don't know if JT really had a boy that she messed with on some cool shit. It's just apart of MY book 😂

I don't have any face claims for made up characters go crazy with ya imagination.

Only people who have a face is the people who are real. Like JT, Miami, and their acquaintances, etc.

Lastly.... Obstinate is deleted.🤷🏾‍♀️

Y'all didn't take my comment goal seriously so 🤷🏾‍♀️ why should I be updating.

If the comments I receive on this book and Infatuated turn out good then I just might republish it but at this point it's done.

The last chapter been up for like a month idk lol and the comment goal was nowhere near reached 🤣 barely a dent.

Sad, cause I had big plans for that book and it was lowkey my favorite but hey. Gotta do what you gotta do.

#freejt💕

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