i love it when they run. ( xxxtentacion ; jahseh onfroy ; love story )

CLEO. ( 1 )

i ran up the stairs to hear a gunshot point blank and to walk in and see my mother on the floor, and her escaping out the window.

my mother's head, blood oozing out her forehead.

i crouched down slowly and listened to her take her last breath.

and that's where it all started, that's where she fucked up.

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my name is jahseh dwanye onfroy and i'm the boss of one of the two scariest gangs in broward county.

i've been by myself my whole life, ever since my mom was murdered when i was 7. SEVEN FUCKING YEARS OLD, SOMEONE TOOK THE ONLY PERSON WHO LOVED ME. i am now 23 years old and my gang sums up about 37 bitches and about 60 niggas. i run every single one of them. they run broward like it's nothing, next to my enemy. the daughter of the weak bitch who took my mother's life. Zayla Garcia. she's got a brother too, but his ass ain't nothing. Gazzy Garcia. i've been into it with them since i found out it was their mother who took the life of mine. i killed her two years ago, and they've been gunning for me. OH, how they've been trying.

i hopped out of bed and walked over to my dresser, grabbing my 9mm out of the bottom drawer. i walked into the bathroom, and checked all around with my gun pointed.

"clear." i sighed as i said to myself.

i grabbed my toothbrush and began doing my hygiene.

about 45 minutes i walked out into my living room fully dressed in a white v-neck, some orange and black cargo pants and my white van sk8 hi's.

i grabbed my car keys to my all white jeep sahara and headed to my garage.

grabbing my 9mm, that i keep in the glove box, and stuffing it in my waistband.

i started the car and headed to the clubhouse.

today is my mothers birthday and i'm really not in the mood. anybody who fucks with me on a level i dont like and im gunning them down, i don't care. that goes for the bitches too.

about 20 minutes later i pulled up to the clubhouse and hopped out. i looked at my surroundings and then proceeded to walk in. i was greeted by everybody and got dapped up by most who weren't packaging drugs up.

even got a few hugs from my girls.

i walked into my office and sat down at my desk. i pulled out my phone and began scrolling on my instagram, trying to think of something i needed to do.

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my name is zayla garcia and i run one of the two most dangerous gangs in broward county.

i just turned 23 three days ago, also the anniversary of my mother's death. it was really hard for me when she was murdered two years ago, but i kind of figured it was coming. she used to be the leader, but she passed, it was passed on to me. gazzy, my brother, was kind of upset, but his ass got over it. my worst enemy thinks he's going to get away with killing my mother, but he's got another thing coming, today to be exact. "why would he kill your mom? wtf." must be what your thinking.. right ? back when we were younger, myself and him being 7 and my brother being 9, my mother killed his. why ? i have no idea. all i know is that his mother and mine had beef. BIG BEEF.

i got up and walked into the hallway and banged on gazzy's door for him to get up, now later than 6 seconds did it pop open and some ugly white girl walks out, half dressed. i busted out laughing and she turned around.

"bitch what's funny?"

i kept laughing and pulled my collar down to show my bra strap with my gun tucked underneath it. she scurried off out the door.

"GAZZY! you need to learn about choosing these wanna-be hood ass bitches to bring into my house."

"yeah yeah yeah.. what about those wanna-be gangsta ass niggas?"

"nigga its MY house!" i said as i shut my door and walked over to my bathroom, and revealed my gun to do a search. I do this every morning and i'm used to it.

shower. check. closet. check. i then grabbed my toothbrush and began doing my hygiene. i have a feeling a lot of people are going to get hurt today.

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- tas.