I growled low next to li’l shawty’s ear, my knee dug deep into her back as I pressed her hard, her cheek sandwiched between my foot and the floor. I licked my lips in a scowl before looking up at my boss Dame. I pushed my hand against li’l shawty’s head to keep her there and waited for my next command, gun ready to bust at any moment. This shit was my birthday present—my rise as Dame’s main killer—and the shit had me on a rush. All around me was niggas thirsty for my new position, and fuck if I was gonna let another nigga take my shit. So, I kneeled there, holding down the shawty who fucked up my face with that shit she pulled. Bitch cut under my right eye good. I knew I was gonna have a scar there, but I didn’t care; I just wasn’t digging how shawty got at me. The broad had to be stupid. She should have stayed where she was, and her life would have been much better, but that was her bad. Now her bitch-ass parents’ debt was hers. And she was still fighting me. I hated when I had to introduce people to who I was.
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