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After 17 year old Lauren London's father passes away she is left too take care of her 11 year old sister Abbygail by herself. As times get hard she begins to struggle Until 22 year old Antwan Tucker, also known as Ace, starts to like the Innocent Lauren. But Lauren shies away from the thug life. Will she be pulled into The Game?

Everything in her life was perfect until her parents decided to get a divorce. That's when her life changed for the worse. Her dad moved to Miami with his new wife, leaving her in Atlanta with her mom who's decided to turn to coke and heroin to deal with her problems. Her mom abuses her, and has even tried to sell her daughter's body for a quick high. Not being able to take it anymore, she runs away and runs into the city's most famous kingpin, Blaze, who she's had a crush on for years. He helps her get back on her feet, but by him doing so, it only makes her fall for him more and more. What happens when she completely falls for him? Will he catch her, or will he walk away?

"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞.. 𝐈 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞." | 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢𝙽𝚊𝚒𝚒 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 ©2020 |

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.