Latoya White a 22 year old with a cold heart moves into a neighborhood only to find out she lives next door to the biggest thug in Atlanta. Can he make her cold heart warmer? Read to find out.
DISCLAIMER!! This was one of the first books I ever wrote on wattpad! Wrote this back in 2016. I unpublished this awhile ago, but decided to republish due to many messages asking me to bring it back.
I am currently editing
*This is not one of my best books*
Latoya POV "Dang I have a lot of shit." I pulled a box out my trunk.
I was just moving into my new house in Atlanta. Atlanta wasn't a bad place so far. I'm originally from Cali.
I was currently getting boxes out of my car when I noticed some guys next door staring me down.
I'm use to it though. I had a fine shape. I'm only 22.
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I'm also mixed with Mexican and black.
"Do y'all see something y'all want?" I said to the group of men.
"Dang I see you got a mouth and a body on you." Said one of them.
I simply rolled my eyes and continued what I was doing. I could already tell they were thugs.
Body full of tattoos with that weed smell in their in clothes.
I had tattoos also but not enough to make me look ghetto. And I have my thuggish ways but I don't show it.
"Need some help?" The group of men said walking my way.
"I don't want help from strangers."
They laughed. "Well I'm DaMarco the owner of the house next door, and these my niggas. Tyreese, Rocky, and Wes."
Damn they was fine, but all thugs which I don't like.
"Well hey everyone, but I don't need any help." I started walking away.
"Dang ma. Can we get a name?" Tyreese said.
I laughed. "I'm Latoya."
"Cool."
LATER
DaMarco pov "What you think about shawty next door?" Rocky asked me.
"She alright, I guess." I spoke.
"Naw nigga you know you like her." Wes said and they laughed.
