𝐦𝐞𝐥·𝐚·𝐦𝐞𝐧
/mel•uh•min/
{𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗}
an incurable amount of the brown & black pigmented male species that make the female species swoon in satisfaction.
' ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ᴀɴ ᴇxǫᴜɪsɪᴛᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ? ʜᴇ's ᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴀɴ. ᴄᴏɴғɪᴅᴇɴᴛ, ᴜɴᴀᴘᴏʟᴇɢᴇᴛɪᴄ, ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴀʀʟᴇss."
- 𝚜...
"You really messed up big time D-Mob.." Detective Perkins said.
D-Mob was beyond pissed.. He let his anger blind him from how he should've handled his "woman" gettin' taken from him. Nobody crossed D-Mob.. He was always in power.. Just not this time, handcuffs took his place in that..
"Yea, who the fuck's gonna put my kid through college, now?"
"Don't worry Schmidt, Someone else'll come and take his place.. Ain't that right? LOOK OUT!!" Headlights turned them into a head-first car.. Upside down, the main man, D-Mob, shimmied his way out the car coming in eye contact with a figure.. A female figure actually.. She saved D-Mob from bein' taken down and for that he technically owed her. And because of this doing, she was officially a fugitive now.. from Detective Perkins identifying her while on the otherside of New York, all the way from her skin, eyes, hair, and voice, she knew she was a wanted criminal.
"Thanks for helpin' me out back there.. what's your name kid?" D-Mob asked.
"Don't have one."
D-Mob understood that she wasn't giving up any information. He could immediately tell she was from the streets. He knew he had to look after her as if she was his own now. She practically is. "Take a left up here," he said.
She followed his directions and pulled up to a warehouse. "You're about to meet the crew. And by the look of things, I can tell you not scared of a goddamn thing, so don't be intimidated," his deep deep voice pushed. By the way he talked, one would've been intimidated. D-Mob was frightening in others eyes.
