A JAMAİCAN STORY. GUNS AND SİTUATİONSHİP, MONEY OR NO MONEY CODE İS LİFE. Their energy was different when they met. How can one deny the sparks as he shove her against the wall with a hand wrapped seductively around her delicate neck? A skin so smooth to the touch, As his manhood strained in his pants? He roughly ripped apart her blouse and told her she looked sexy just like that. Danger! Toxicity! A 'sit on your edge' type of read. "If I could shoot you right now, I would." "Come shoot mi." He said with a grin his voice and a cigarette between his fingers. *** COPYRİGHT @ 2024 BY ANNAKAY RAYNER *** I watched as the bullet pierced his left shoulder. "Next time, maybe, just maybe, I'll be your worst nightmare, motherfucker."