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No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for A moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind They talk shit, but I love it every time And I realize I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night No, I won't smile, but I'll show you my teeth And I'ma let you speak if you just let me breathe

I look at her weirdly before answering "bitch yesterday was my first day." "Yeah but we didn't stay most of the day so today is your first day." She trys to explain.i just nod and start the car. Perfect by cousin stizz suddenly plays through the speakers, I look at Bella to see the aux connected to her phone. We both sing but start screaming when the city girls part starts. "I'LL NEVER SNITCH ON DADDY, I'LL HOLD A BRICK FOR YOU DADDY, SMASH ON A BITCH FOR YOU DADDY, TOP OF THE RITZS, GETTIN ATE LIKE A STEAK, IMMA CREAM ON YOUR FACE LIL DADDY." We both look at each other and start laughing.

We went in and jace looked over to me, "I signed us up for the bar area, I want everyone to hear your beautiful voice" That my fellow friends was his way of saying 2 things. 1) that he loves my singing voice so much he wants others to hear it and 2) he loves my voice when we have sex.. Oh dear lord. It was about 5 minutes later when i was called up, I had a solo song first and I was shitting myself. I chose to sing titanium by sia and David guetta. And by the end of my solo, everyone was clapping and shouting.

You got mud on your face, you big disgrace Kickin’ your can all over the place singin’ We will, we will rock you We will, we will rock you

"She's just hurt. She wants to hurt you back." I took a deep breath before starting a song. 'Take you back Do do do do Take you back' They joined in and I took the lead walking up to Adrian. 'Oh I've been told by (do do do do) Some people and they all (do do do do) Said to take you back (do do do do) Take you back like before (do do do do) 'I don't call this a reason I just call it believin' in myself Do do do do

***Give me all that you got now Make you want me cause I'm hot now Am gone, so faded I'm on one Bang bang pop off like a long gun If you a lame nigga you ain't making no noise Get faded, turn up with the big boys Live fast, die young that's my choice Get money, get money like an invoice You can mob or lead the whip Make the money, make the grip I'll be stunnin' with my clique Getting faded till we drip Man, I love to get on I love to get 2 on When the drink be too strong When the trees be way too strong...***

Nine years ago, my family used me to pay off their debts. That was how I ended up married to the most dangerous man in the Rivoli underworld, Vincenzo Casanova. Everyone said I was lucky. My family was ruined, and I was its last heir. Marrying Vincenzo was supposed to be my one chance at a new life. I believed them. I thought if I played my part and never caused trouble, our marriage might actually last. I was wrong. At our ninth anniversary party, Vincenzo walked into the ballroom hand in hand with his secretary, Chiara Moretti. Chiara was all smiles, one hand resting on her belly. She announced that she was pregnant with Vincenzo's child. With Rivoli's most powerful families watching, Vinc

The golden boy had always loved standing out, being the center of attention, and without doubt, he was making fans proud. Hendricks nodded beside Liam as Marcus scored the first goal, and the arena erupted into a loud frenzy. The fans screamed with excitement, and Hendricks's brow eased slightly. Marcus turned and stared right at Liam, then gave him a smug smile, but Liam wasn't as petty as he was. Liam gave him a little nod.

She didn't miss a beat as she turned to look at me. "It's Jamaican reggae." What the fuck, she fucks with the yardies too? I walked over and picked up the iPod. Somebody named Bounty Killer was ranting about war; probably another murdering fuck like her. That song ended and another guy was now ranting about shooting people in front of police stations. I guess this was her getting ready routine.

"Are you having a good time?" Alexandra heard a husky voice ask from behind. The music in the club made it rather difficult to hear him. The flickering lights weren't helping either. "What!?" She yelled out, hoping he would hear her over the music. He smirked before letting out a chuckle. "I asked if you were having a good time!" He shouts. This time, she heard him a lot better than the first. Alexandra took a sip from my drink and smiled.