*Back in present day*
Angel: Tray-von u know thas not u ur better than that
Trayvon: I know...I looked back at him for a second feeling guilty....But when Prince starting shooting people in front of me that was it for me i HAD to split
*Flashback*
*In prince's office*
Trayvon: Listen man I think its about time I do my own thang man. I'm not into this no more
Prince: *Sitting with his legs up on the desk*
*Trayvon's P.O.V*
"I can tell by his facial expression he was hurt. We practically grew up together. I was like a brother to him...Usually when people leave he gets mad at them and beats them up himself....but wit me it was different he just took a deep breath and said.....
Prince: *Stands up* U take care of yaself *Holds out his hand*
Trayvon: *Shakes his hand and leaves*
*Back in present day*
Trayvon: We haven't spoken to each ever since....
Angel: Wow....that's a really deep story Tray
Trayvon: I know....I wish he would stop doing what he's doing I know he's better than that
Angel: So it was just a handshake no hug or nothin?
Trayvon: Prince is not the type of person that will show all the lovey dubby stuff.
Angel: Man.....
Trayvon: *Wipes his mouth with a napkin* U had enough to eat?
Angel: Yah I'm fine thanx for cooking...did anybody tell u u should b a chef?
Trayvon: Nah girl thas not my thing fixin cars is my thang
Angel: *Laughs*
Trayvon: Its gettin late u should head to bed
Angel: Yah ur right *Yawns*
Trayvon: Oh I left some clothes for u upstairs
Angel: Aw thanx Trayvon
Trayvon: Yah don't mention it
Angel: Well...I'll see u in the morning
Trayvon: See ya
Angel: Night *Goes to her room*
*At a office*
*A man named Gerald is all alone working*
Gerald: *Typing*
Prince: *Comes in his office and turns his chair around and grabs his shirt*
Gerald: Hey!
Prince: Wassup G?
Gerald: What do u want? I told u I was done workin for u-
Prince: Can it sucka I need some answers
Gerald: bout what?
Prince: I need u to track down a woman named Angel Henderson
Gerald: Psh! After the way u treated me i ain't helpin u wit jack
Tony: *Holds a gun to his head* U wanna come again hot shot?
Prince: Hold him
Tony: *Wraps his arm around his chest*
Prince: *Walks around his office* mh mh mh it sure would b dreadful if somethin happened to this $100 antique
Gerald: Not my grandma's vase!
Prince: *Pushes it*
*Crash*
Prince: *Smirks* Oops
Gerald: Ur sick!
Prince: Look her up!
Gerald: Never!
Prince: Oh well I guess I'll continue being clumsy breaking stuff...Hey what's this!? *Picks up a glass duck*
Gerald: Come on man thas a collectable!
Prince: Hey Marcus catch! *Throws it*
Marcus: *Purposley doesn't catch it* Oops*Laughs*
Prince: I didn't say laugh
Marcus: *Stops and puts his serious face back on* *Clears his throat*
Prince: Ready to give us some directions?
Gerald: Alright alright! Let me go!
Prince: *Nods his head at Tony*
Tony: *Lets him go*
Gerald: *Looks up her name* Is this her?
*Her picture comes up*
Prince: Yah thas her alright *Bites his lip*
Gerald: She's still here she's living at 285 Westwood Lane
Prince: Someone write that down
Marcus: *Picks up a piece of paper*
Prince: Say again?
Gerald: 285 Westwood Lane
Marcus: *Writes it down*
Prince: *Smiles* Thanx my man *Pats his back* *Snaps his fingers*
Tony: *Opens the door*
Prince: *Leaves*
Gerald: Damn i can't stand him
End of Chapter 1
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Gangster Glam
FanfictionAfter a fierce brake up from her boyfriend, Angel accidentally runs into a murder committed by a hardcore criminal (Prince). He later captures her and holds her hostage. Throughout the time while Angel tries to find a way to escape Prince starts to...
