𝗔𝘁𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮, 𝗚𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗮
Devin Ross | Draco
I leaned down to Jas' window. She looked at me,
"Well, I hate to say this but I told you so." I took
a deep breath. "You right, and I should've listened
to you. I jus couldn't believe she would do sum like
this." I said. She nodded, "I kno."
"Don't trip tho, all this shit gon get handle today.
Ian letting this bitch walk away from this." I said.
Jas looked in the backseat at Daylin. He smiled back
at her causing her to grin.
She turned around and looked back at me wit a sad
look on her face. "What about Daylin? He gon grow
up wit out his mother, and if you not his dad- then
what? Without a dad too?" She asked.
I looked down. Ian wanted to think about that. The
fact that im depriving Daylin from having a mother.
Then, what am i gonna do if he ain not son? I kept
looking at him, he just so perfect. I don't want to be
the reason why he ends up like another statistic.
"Look, we gon get to that when we get there. You
gon be by my side through all of it tho, right?" I
asked her. She bit her lip and nodded. "Of course."
I kissed her, "I love you, ima see you after I handle
this." She smiled, "I love you too."
Jas drove off in the car and I turned back to look at
my house. The anger came back over me.
This bitch really played me. I walked back inside
and walked upstairs to Daisha. When I opened the
door she was putting on a shirt. I stood at the door
as she watched me, watch her, change.
She smirked, "You gon do that wit yo girl inna
house? Thas dangerous."
"Nah her ass gone. And this my house, I can do wha
I want, when I want." I said. She turned around
and walked towards me. "And what you gon do?"
I looked her up and down, bit my lip. "What's
already understood, dont needa be said." I said.
Daisha folded her arms, "So all of a sudden you
want me again. Whats yo game, Devin?"
"Ain no game Ja'Daisha. I been feelin like this, I
jus ain wanna fuck shit up wit Jas. But after how
you acted today, that shit fucked up." I shrugged,
"I should thank you for that too."
"I knew you never wanted to be wit no fat bitch
like that, thas not een yo type." She said. Shit well
it shole is my type now. "You right." I said.
She stepped closer to me, only a few inches from
my face. "Next time you try to make me mad wit
a bitch, make sure she can go face for face, body
for body." She smirked.
I felt her hot breath against my lips, I had my head
bent down to look at her. Daisha was lil, but her
personality made up for that.
"You kno ain nobody seeing you." I smirked. She
reached up and kissed me. I tried my hardest not to
make a face, the shit wasnt the same.
She went to unbuckle my pants and I went to kiss
her neck. When I was about to kiss her, I grabbed
her by her throat shocking her. She put her hands
on my arm.
