this story has a lot of profanity and stuff like drugs so if ur not comfortable with that don't read :)
i started to dance and moved my hips to the music.
i let my hands go up and closed my eyes.
a smile reached my face and i felt so happy.
ever so happy.
my hips moved to the beat and i started to jump around when someone grabbed my shoulder.
"what the fuck man?!" i yelled.
oh. my. god. i'm. fucking. wet. as. shit.
in front of me was the most beautiful man i had ever seen.
he had brown hair, beautiful hazel eyes and a jawline that could probably cut rocks.
he must be a gift from the fucking gods.
"come with me." he growls.
"as much as i'd like to handsome," i pat his chest. "i can't."
"come with me now." his grip on my arm tightens.
"no way you fucking creep!"
"your brother wants you."
"little fucker." i murmur then allow myself to get lead out of the club.
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"what do you fucking want?" i demand.
"what i've always wanted mal. for you to be apart of my gang." my brother luke spreads his hands.
"and help you snort shit up your nose? i think the fuck not bitch."
"malia!" he yells.
"what? i'm not going to help you sell your stupid coke and be apart of this stupid gang!"
luke motions for something and suddenly i feel a gun pressed to the side of my head. "let me rephrase that malia, you join or die."
i scrunch up my nose. this trick ass bitch gives me no fucking choice. "fine." i growl.
he claps, "ethan! show her to her room."
the hottie with a body from before drops the gun from my head and motions for me to follow him.
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the room is nice. i suppose.
"he's really not that bad." ethan says.
"woah bitch, i didn't realize you were still in here!"
"your stuck with me."
"the fuck. why?" i demand. this bitch. i roll my eyes.
"luke hiered me as you're personal body guard."
oh fuck.
