Standing just over 6'2 inches Lucas aka Luke Williams is known for his bad boy charm, with his jaw dropping appearance and sex appeal Lucas find him a target to distract him from running wild but what he didn't know was that target would be the ulti...
I fear no man If you breathe oxygen I do not fear you.
** Author Note** | Turf is Travis|
The garage doors to Kurtis new home slowly emerge; opening up to his new red black tinted Benz as he parks for the night. It had occur to him that Travis had done exactly what he wanted making him the top boss killing Brian.
Hopping out of his new whip flashing gold chains around his neck, wrist and fingers followed in all black sweatsuits. Kurtis yawned pressing the remote control of his garage doors closing it without looking back.
The house was covered in nothing but darkness as he cracked the kitchen door open hearing the alarm going off while entering with nothing but tiredness. He made his way over slowly dropping the set of keys accessing the alarm system entering the code.
The door squeak was heard made Kurtis precautionary himself away from the counter. He wiped his dreamy eyes looking around the dark looking for another movement besides him.
" Who's there?" He asked tip toeing across the foyer into the main entrance. There he could glimpse the light of the swimming pool; shinning showing small waves rocking back and forth.
Sucking his teeth he opened the side doors coming into the back yard watching the pool before turning his back towards the back gate. Walking was now a new fear as he strolled inside closing the door with a noise.
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" Y'all funny if you think it's a joke" he smiled speaking out loud roaming in between rooms of his mansion.
Tiffany was covered in all black to blend with the darkness of new home, her hair was pinned up into a bun, a sneaker that was sound proof with a bat in her hand waiting for him to get closer. Across from her stood no other than Travis with his mask on, he had been smoking the last hour blazing nothing but some good ole weed drinking Hennessy to mix the feeling together.
Travis, eyes met with his woman watching her waiting for his alter ego turf to kicked in. He wanted to kill Kurtis but Tiffany had made it clear to him that she wanted to be the one to make her ex feel the exact feeling for all those years he put her through.
Kurtis poured out himself some brown liquor smiling flossing the glass in his hand. Knowing that someone was in his house wasn't trifling after living in the project taught him so much. The sipped of the whiskey made his legs slog with a sudden pop to his legs.
Tiffany body was glazed in heat watching Kurtis fall to the ground. The bat connected where she was taught as juice cried screaming out in fear holding his knees to his face.
The hit from the bat mortified him pulling him in anger as Tiffany continue to punch juice in his jaw. Turf instructed her to wear nothing but gold rings on each fingers to ensure that each punches do connected to his jawline.
