Chapter 39
street legend. She was treating me like the average nigga from the hood, but in the weirdest way, the shit had me intrigued like a muthafucka.
“Say, your name is Babi, right?” I asked her. “Yeah. That’s me.” She nodded.
Oddly, from the beginning, I thought that her mean ass was cute.
When she was beating that girl down, I couldn’t help but wonder why I hadn’t seen her around before.
Her face wasn’t familiar. But those hands…
should’ve been registered. And I honestly would’ve tapped her on that fat ass, and told her that it was just acknowledged what she’d done to my car.
Instead, she basically said fuck me, throwing me completely o". Then once she went into her apartment, my niggas laced me up. They told all good, had she me that she was QT’s sister, which explained a lot.
Babi’s brother was one of my shooters. Nigga was infamous around the city.
And because she knew that she had a killer in her pocket, her arrogant ass thought that she didn’t have to answer to nobody.
Then when she wouldn’t even call me like I’d insisted that she should, it kinda made me see this through.
Honestly, I was low key attracted to her ghetto ass from the jump.
But I had long ago stopped fucking with hood rats.
So, I was trying to ignore the attraction, until she wouldn’t just get with the program.
Then it stayed on my mind. She stayed on my mind.
But I told myself that I wasn’t fucking no bird.
And then she comes through, looking like some upper echelon, bougie bitch.
I was confused, and my dick was about to bust through my fucking jeans.
Funnily, this wasn’t even me. I hadn’t had a crush on a mutha-fucka since I don’t know when.
These days, women often pursued me. But I was a grown ass man, and I didn’t lie to myself.
I liked her $ne ass. Her brown skin had a natural shine to it.
And that $ne grade of hair next to her light brown skin seemed exotic. She had a