Page 37 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love

I lay on my bed inside my efficiency smoking a fat ass joint.

I was beyond satisfied. The look on Kisha’s face was priceless.

I almost wanted to cum all over myself again when I saw the look of hurt on her face.

Who the fuck did she think she was? My brothers were dead, my mama was dead, and I was out here alone.

Now, in the beginning I was pissed about Trent getting killed by the hands of Meek’s ass and I thought it would be pretty easy to get Meek where I wanted him to kill his ass.

I wasn’t a real killer; I was thinking maybe poison or some shit.

It was just my luck that the more I was around him, and the more he didn’t want me, the more I fell in love with him.

That was life, I accepted it, after he was nice enough to help me the couple of times he helped, I wasn’t thinking about hurting him anymore.

It’s not like I was that close to either one of my brothers anyway.

However, Kisha? That bitch had to feel me.

She thought she was going to be around here happily ever after and that wasn’t the case.

I was miserable as shit. I had to put in work to get as close to them as I did.

The toughest shit ever was to black my own eyes and convince Meek that my ex did it.

My plan was to actually start fucking him long ago, he just wasn’t as easy as I thought.

To have Kisha witness me fucking him on the first night it actually happened put me in a pure bliss.

Now she could feel some of the pain I felt in my everyday life.

I knew I was definitely out of a job now and I was fine with that.

I was in love with Meek’s mean ass, but I was taught to let go when I needed too.

My mission was accomplished. I’d wait at least a week and go clean my office out before they put my shit out.

I just needed shit to cool off first. As far as I was concerned, fuck Kisha and fuck who didn’t like it.

I fucked her man, and she watched; mission was more than accomplished.

She would remember this the rest of her fucking life. If ya’ll don’t like it, fuck ya’ll too.