BEAUTY & THE GANGSTER
"I fucking own you, shawty. You are mine. In case you have fucking forgotten, you are all mine. No one else's. You fucking body, soul, heart, breath, every damn thing!"
She flinched slightly.
"Do you fucking hear me?"
"No. You are wrong. No one owns me. I own myself and I do whatever I want. You can't and will not tell me what to do."
I felt my anger slowly getting replaced with pain in my heart.
"You and I are over," she repeated that shit.
"We are not over, girl. Until I say we are, we are not fucking over!" I yelled.
She kept staring at me.
"And guess what, I ain't never gonna say we over. You mine, girl. Ma girl. Ms fiance. Hell, you should have been ma fucking wife yesterday. Yesterday
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