"When its war behind you shawty I ain't got no self control."
In which, Kentrell falls in love with the girl he's supposed to protect.
𝐀 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
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𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐞
'𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐦 𝐢 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?'
𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍
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I woke up to water being splashed on my face making my eyes pop open.
"Rise And shine my little Angel." My father said with the bucket in his hand. I cringed at the name. That was a name he called me when he was actually a good person in my life at one point.
I glared at him and tried to untie my hands.
There ain't no way you getting out of that so you can stop trying." He laughed.
"What do you want?" I said looking up at him. There had to be a reason why he told Kentrell to kidnap me.
"Oh babygirl you didn't know? Kentrell didn't tell you?" I scrunched my face yo at him.
"What are you talking about?" He sighed and pulled up a chair in front of me.
"Kentrell didn't kidnap you to protect you, I put money on his head so he would bring you to me." He put a hand on my cheek and caressed but I pulled away.
"He ain't tell me that. How am I supposed to believe you?" He chuckled.
"There's a lot of things you don't know about Kentrell Angel. I've been watching you for some time now while you were with him." He sighed and rubbed a hand down his face.
"Angel, baby, Kentrell isn't what he seems to be." I tilted my head.
"What you mean. He wouldn't lie to me." I shook my head.
"Oh but he would. Remember the day you went to the store and you bumped into Derelle and Youngboy "fought" him? Yea it was all an act. Little did you know I sent Derelle there. Originally I was supposed to send Derelle for you but Youngboy got you before he could." I sighed.
Tears began welling up in my eyes. "Why are you telling me this?" He chuckled.
"I want you to feel pain." I glared at him.
"I've had pain all my life. You were the one who abused me, you were the one who raped me, you were the one that got me fucking pregnant at 13! What kind of father does that shit?" I said.
"That's the past. Get over it." He said through gritted teeth.
"I'm traumatized and your really gonna tell me that fuck ass shit. Fuck you bro." I spit on him and laughed making him mug me.
He wiped the spit off of him and he stood up kicking the chair to the side.
"Imma make you even more traumatized. Maybe even kill you." I widened my eyes and shook my body trying to get out of the chat but it was no use.
He smirked as he unbuckled his belt and cane closer to me. My clothes were stripped off so he had easy access.
He untied me and put me on his shoulder and carried me out of the room I was held in and into another one.
He threw me on the bed and spread my legs open roughly. He looked up at me and smirked.
