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she replied with a smile. “ Food date it is then" he pumped his fists in the air turning in the radio as 'Show Me' by the Nigerian artiste Joeboy played while they sang to the song on top of their voices. "Lady I dey call you to answer Baby me I want to pamper You today Gimme chance me I no go used you play Oh na na an Make our body join body tonight And I wan know if e dey possible (oh oh) I wanna put my hands on your waist

Boy, this beat is crazy (crazy) This is how they made me (made me) Houston, Texas, baby This goes out to all my girls That's in the club rocking the latest Who will buy it for themselves and get more money later I think I need a barber (barber) None of these niggas can fade me (fade me) I'm so good with this, I remind you, I'm so hood with this Boy, I'm just playing Come here, baby Hope you still like me, F you, pay me My persuasion Can build a nation Endless power With our love we can devour You'll do anything for me.

He reached for the fruits on the side table while I made my way beside him around the table. As he started cutting the fruit, I could hear the whisper around and most of them seemed shocked the moment he gave me the fruit. "What? Is this the same Dylan we all know? I never thought I'd ever see the day he acted this way," they kept whispering amongst themselves and although he could hear them, he still acted unfazed and normal, almost as if they weren't talking about him. We played poker together and soon Dylan won the first round and I won the second round but before we could move to the third round, Dylan stood up to take a call.

one of the grunts asked. I looked up, slowly. "To listen," I said. "The dead talk. You just need to listen." The next body died from a bleeding crotch and another was riddled with bullets. Whoever the assailant was, he was a goddamn artist—the brutish kind whose secret weapon was their body. I licked my lips at the thought. Now we're talking. "Hey, asshole." A fist yanked the back of my shirt, hauling me to my feet. He pressed the gun to the side of my cranium. "I said—who the fuck are you?"

He was really built and well shaped everywhere it was like looking at Henry Cavil’s Brazillian brother, Fernanda looked away as he walked around her butt naked without the fear of making her uncomfortable and so confident with himself. Gavin stopped to look at her, looked down at his big friend and looked at Fernanda again who was looking elsewhere and squinted in question. “You just enjoyed all this, you know that right?” he waved his hands around his body as he said. “Yah well, not so much. Can you hurry, every second I spend with your sperm inside me makes me sick” she answered and waited for him to ask the question. “Why were looking for a job at the casino? They’re better things to do t

THIRD PERSONS P.O.V. 2012 “The conversation is getting pleasing” Carter smiled “I am the Don of El Cartel del Lobo, and through a few light researches, I found out you are the heads of the double axes clinic, I want something light from you, the benefits? A college scholarship for your son in an elite school, I run the strings of it, it’s best to think very early of the kids future, he is a promising young man isn’t he?”

They glanced at each other like they were speaking through mind-l**k, returning their gaze to us. "So… you're together now?" Kade asked, smirking. "No," I replied. "Doesn't seem like it to me." Jovi said. "Can we just stop talking?" Hames gruffed, turning his head away from them and to the Man, probably the Master or ceremony or whoever he was that was speaking into the microphone. "In this 30th Anniversary of 'The Carters', we'd now invite Mr. Asa Carter's son, Justin, for his speech."

"Why are you doing this, son? I've given you my home, my protection. I even gave you my son, Roberto, as a sign on good faith." Luis stands, his body going from a supposedly relaxed position, uncoiling like a viper, tension and cold fury running though him. This man is the boss of an entire cartel, beautiful, majestic and lethal. And he belongs to me. Pride blossoms in my chest as I watch him face his nemesis.

Sebastian interrupted, popping a cheez-it into his mouth. "That is actually a cute name for this!" Elizabeth said. "Really? Playboy Rehab?" Patrick was laughing now. Isabella grabbed a pillow and threw it at Patrick. "Shut up!" She yelled. I was taken back at how similar she sounded to Garret. "Thank you, so anyway, publicity is the most important thing right now for him, we need to let America, even the world know that Sebastian is not what he used to be, and that he will be a shadow of Garret himself, and if they believe that, we will be making new partners, bringing in money, and gaining more supporters."

} {C'mon Cardo get over your cockiness, get her back to the company and try to play the cool head and when she finally falls for you can continue with your disgusting nonchalant attitude} {You're stupid Alex, good night} Ricardo ended the chat and laid back on his bed but oddly enough he impulsively considered Alex's words.