Both of them were just looking for sex until feelings got involved, secrets unfolded, and unconditional love was thrown into their whirlwind of violence, trust issues, and revenge. No matter the circumstances, the two were drawn together like magnet...
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The moment I heard somebody call the nigga behind me, "Nolan", I forgot where I was and went back to my street days when I used to beat niggas for the hell of it. I actually got a reason to beat this nigga so I'm definitely going in on his ass. That snake ass nigga smiled in my face and talked to me about sports, knowing he fucked my woman.
My mind goes blank as I release all of the anger I've been holding in. My right fist connects with his right eye as my left fist does the same to his left eye. With each hit, I put more power into the next one; hearing bones crack and feeling warm blood covering my knuckles. Nolan groans loudly and tries to get me off him, but I hold him down and start delivering blows to his rib cage. The once loud screams of others fades away and the only thing I hear are my thoughts telling me to end his life. Standing up, I pick him up into my arms and slam him onto the hard floor multiple times. By the time, I snap out of my dark trance, I feel myself being pulled off him and slammed backwards into the wall. Within minutes, I am forced onto the ground, put into handcuffs, and headed to the back of a police car with Milani and everyone else following me outside.
"Wait!! PLEASE! Let me talk to him! He's the father of my child!!" Milani yells as she walks in front of me.
Looking into her eyes, I try to break away from the police which only makes them hold me tighter. "Stop resisting!!" They yell as they hit me in the back of my leg with a baton, making me fall to the ground.
"I-I'm sorry!! I lost control! Call Brandon and tell him what happened. I love you, Milani!" I yell before being picked up and put into the police car.
The ride to the police station is fucking dreadful. I've been in my fair share of police cars, but this one hits different because I know I fucked up. I hope my dumbass decision doesn't cost me my life. When you fucking with cops these days, you never know if you'll make it to the station or back home to your family. They be killing niggas left and right.
When we finally arrive at the station, The officer roughly snatches me out of the car, pissing me the fuck off. Hacking loudly, I spit a glob of mucus and saliva in one of the officer's face. Like clockwork, the officer throws me hardly onto the ground and my chin connects with the concrete which makes me bite my tongue. I spit out blood as one officer kicks me in my face and the other puts his boot into my back like he's stepping on a roach. The two of them spit all over my face, arms, and clothes then pick me up, tightening my cuffs until my wrists are burning and the metal is digging into my skin.
The moment my foot steps inside the station, I am thrown against the wall and patted down for any concealed weapons then walked into a cold room with white, brick walls and white, tiled floors. It almost looks like an asylum. The gloved officer completes a full search on my body then gives me a uniform and walks me out to the front desk where I am asked to sign the inventory log which lists my personal belongings that I came here with.
Next up is the booking process which is my least favorite part. These pigs know everything about me from my previous arrests so I know damn well, we don't have to spend much time doing this shit. The booking officer asks me basic information such as my address, birthdate, etc then fingerprints and photographs me.
