A'Mozi Derez Demons
(𝟸 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛) 𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙
"Fantasy move around," I told her while looking for my keys.
"Who the bitch A'Mozi." Fantasy put all her weight on one leg while staring at me. I huffed and ignored her trying my hardest not to choke her luh ass out.
"Go on somewhea Fantasy you pissin me off," I warned as she continued to scream.
"WHO IS THE HOE MOZI. IS IT THE HOE FROM THE STORE?" Fantasy went through my phone last night while I was asleep. She saw some lil hoe I was talkin to and got pissed. Now she following me around the house asking dumb ass questions.
"I JUST TOLD YOU I AIN'T FUCKIN THE HOE. CHILL THE FUCK OUT." I turned around and walked towards making her fold her arms. All me and Fantasy do now is argue. If we not arguing, we fuckin.
"Whateva Dusty I hope she was worth it." She dropped her arms making me grab her pudge. I notice she has been gaining weight for the last two months now. I ain't think too much about it till now.
"You been gainin a lil weight lately." She pushed my hand down and rolled her eyes.
"What it's just a lil healthy weight I guess." Fantasy pulled her shirt down.
"It ain't nun wrong wit it tho. It looks good on ya." I pulled her close grabbing a handful of her ass.
"You gone chill on dat bullshit bruh. I'm witchu crazy lady." She rolled her eyes with a smile.
"Can we blow up her house then?" She batted her eyelashes making me chuckle.
"Yea later." She nodded and took my car keys out of her bra. I shook my head and snatched them out of her hand.
𝚂𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎
"Man it's a lot," I stressed taking a hit from the blunt before handing it to Smoke. He shook his head and took a hit from it.
"My answer is still the same." I smacked my teeth and sat back in the chair.
"Man that girl not pregnant." Smoke chuckled. Rubbing my hands down my face I thought back on these last two months.
"Have you recognized anything different bout shorty?" He asked just as Skyla walked outside with her dog.
"Bubba me and Oreo goin on a trip to the dog store. I haven't cared for my little Oreo for a while." He nodded eyeing her down.
"You have been gettin thick huh." She smiled and turned around puttin her ass in his face.
"You see it don't chu." He chuckled and pushed her back.
"Go on bruh." She laughed and walked to her car.
"She pregnant." He said as she got in the car.
"How ya know." I sat back in the chair ignoring the ringing of my phone.
"Her lil pudge." I sat back and thought back on Fantasy.
"How ya know it's not just normal weight." He smacked his teeth.
"Nigga Skyla was pregnant before I know when she pregnant. She needs to take a test when she comes back to the house." He stood and pulled his pants up.
"Aye." He hummed in response as we walked into the house.
"How many tests Skyla got," I asked.
"Bout 4 why."
"Lemme get two."
𝙼𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎.....
𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜
I huffed and threw my phone on the bed after calling Dusty for the 5th time only for it to go to voicemail. Walking in my bathroom, I stared at myself. What am I doing? I ended up doing the same shit I told myself I wouldn't do.
It wasn't a secret that I am in love with Dusty. I'm embarrassed at how easy it was for me to fall. Turning to the side I stared at my stomach. The little pudge was indeed there.
"Bitch we need to hit the gym," I said just before hearing something outside my window. I looked back seeing nothing. Turning back to the mirror, I stared at the red dot that lay on my stomach.
"Fuck." I ducked just in time as bullets came from the window. I crawled out of the bathroom to Dusty room trying not to get hit. Once the bullets stopped, I ran full speed to my room grabbing my phone.
"FANTASY WHAT," Dusty yelled making me frown.
"SOMEBODY JUST SHOT UP THE APARTMENT. GET HERE DUMBASS." I hung up the phone and started packing my clothes. There was no way I'm staying here knowing somebody want my head.
𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛
"Yea this one powerful ass gun." Smoke picked up one of the bullets off the bathroom floor examining it.
"Just a simple shot to the shoulder would have killed you." Dusty paced my room while I sat on the bed in silence.
"Who the fuck could that have been? Don't nobody know where I lay my head at." Dusty looked at me with a mug.
"You been givin folks my address." I stood from the bed with a frown.
"I don't even have people in my phone to give yo address to. Fuck out my face with dat shit." I said about to walk out of the room only for him to grab me by the back of my neck.
"Chill the fuck out Fantasy. Not right nie." He said in my ear making my pussy thump. I mugged snatching out his embrace.
"You packed yo shit." I nodded and grabbed my fruit bowl out of the fridge.
"It's in the car." He nodded and went to his room. Smoke walked out of my room on the phone.
"Ight shorty let me know when you back at the house we gotta talk." He hung up the phone and walked into the kitchen.
"I feel like it was one of Dusty's opps from Brooklyn," I spoke before sliding a pineapple in my mouth.
"Why you say dat."
"Some time back we had an altercation at Walmart. Some of his opps shot at us. It probably was them." He shrugs just as Dusty walks to the front. He had 4 duffel bags.
"Go get the rest of the duffel bags out the room." I walked to the back seeing 4 more bags on the floor.
"What the hell is all dis." I opened one seeing hella money and his jewelry.
"Come on." He walked past me picking up the bags. We made it to the car seeing Smoke standing by it.
"Ight bruh I'm gone. Aye, you good tho." He turned to me making me nod.
"A little nauseous but I'm good." Smoke smirked at Dusty who stared at me.
"Nauseous huh." I looked at the two weirdly.
"Get the fuck on bruh." Smoke laughed and got in his car. Dusty shook his head and got in the car making me do the same.
"Where we goin," I asked looking out the window.
"Sit back and shut up." I smacked my teeth and looked in the back seat seeing a small plastic bag.
"What's this," I asked. He looked at the bag then back at me.
"Look and see." I opened the bag seeing two pregnancy tests. Oh my lord. My face heated up as I closed the bag.
"I'm not pregnant," I said making him shrug.
"Ain't say you were but we gone check anyway." I rolled my eyes and stared out the window.
𝙼𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎.....
𝚄𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗
"P-please sir I beg of you." He sat on his knees in front of me with pleading hands. I chuckled and sent a harsh kick to his throat.
"YOU USELESS ASS HUMAN. YOU COULD NEVER DO SHIT RIGHT." Kick after kick was harder than the first. He coughed up blood while staring at me with fear in his eyes.
"How many bullets did you waste," I ask snapping my fingers.
"About 30 sir." He said making me nod. My guards showed up with knives in their hands.
"Stab him 30 times. Don't kill him tho." They nodded and walked past me to the bastard.
"Please sir n-AHHHHHH." The torture started making me chuckle. My business partner of 10 years walked up to me and stared at the boy.
"What's the next move." I huffed and lit my cigar.
"We're going to pay Steve and his wife a little visit." I chuckled making him smirk.
Fantasy baby enjoy life cuz you won't have it in the next few weeks