MIA Slowly, I reached for it and picked it from his palm. I lowered it and my gaze as well. "Put it in your hair." I clenched the stem again as anger filled me. Why does he keep telling me to do that? What is wrong with him? "Put the damn lily in your hair, girl." His voice was picking up. "I don't want...." I got grabbed by the neck, turned me around in a flash, and forced me to lean on the desk as his other hand pressed his gun to my jaw. I whimpered in terror, raising my hand. My life literally flashed before my eyes. "You play with me and you play with fire. Quit testin' ma fuckin' patience, white girl. Put the motherfucking flower in your hair!" With my shaking hand, I quickly fixed the flower in my hair. I shuddered as I lowered my hand. He is glaring at me, adding to my terror.He gripped my neck tighter, making me whimper again as he leaned closer to my face. "Listen, shawty, don't mess with me like that again. When I tell you somethin' you fucking do it! Do you f
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