A/N: Lyrics by Ja Rule and Charlie Baltimore –also, I really want the whole
MAFIA thing to take effect but I don't speak Italian. So I'm going to use
Spanish instead, is that alright with you guys??? This is for future
reference…
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Ch. 1
Down Ass Chick –P I
Liz POV (second person)
"So can I ask you what happen?" Max asked Liz a couple minutes into their flight.
"Sure, you saved my ass, you got the right to know." Liz looked away for a second, before old emotions could surface; it was so hard to look at this Max Evans without a dozen memories of Zan flooding through her. "You sure you're ready to hear this?" Liz asked before she began her tale.
He nodded. And Liz began.
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3 months earlier…
"Hey Sam?" Liz whispered into her best friends ear. They were both lying on Samantha's bed reading magazines and chatting about nothing important.
Samantha's left eyebrow rose, "Hmmm?" She said not looking away from her magazine.
"Would you do anything for the one you love?" Liz said flat out.
Samantha was confused, "You mean for Miguel?" She asked rising up on an elbow.
Liz openly rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Duh." She hit Samantha with her magazine on the head.
Samantha flinched away from the blows, "Oh, well… Uh… I guess, why?" Samantha dreaded her answer.
"Zan-"
"No." Samantha covered Liz's mouth with her hands, "Whatever it is, forget it. Zan is trouble, if he were half the man Miguel is than-"
"Half? –Half? HALF?! You have GOT to be kidding me Sam, Miguel could NEVER measure up to Zan." Liz screamed suddenly angry.
"Says you." Sam spat already bored.
"Sam I really need you right now." Liz said taking Samantha by the shoulders and looking directly into her eyes.
"Liz. You're scaring me. What's about to go down? What did Zan pressure you into now?" Samantha's shrill voice rose louder and louder. "Liz, please tell me he's not going to make you do anything dangerous."
"Forget it, it was a hypothetical question. I shouldn't have said anything at all. Sorry." Liz said rising up off Samantha's queen bed, "See ya later." Liz grimly smiled, walking out the room.
*
Liz POV (first person)
I wanted to tell her so bad, so bad it hurt. It's been killing me all these weeks keeping this giant secret from my best friend. Zan made me promise not to tell anyone, not even Sam. Did he know how hard is was going to be to keep this a secret? Did he care?
"No Liz, I toldt yous you were gonna keep ya trap shut and no quezions. Aight?" Zan said placing a finalizing kiss on my lips the day he told me his plan. I had pleaded with him, I wanted to tell Sam at least, she was my gurl, and she would NEVER tell anyone.
"Liz, I ain't gonna say it again, damn gurl when did youz get so whiney?" Zan scowled for the second time that day.
"What's with you today Zan? You've been snapping at me like I'm Lonnie." I grimaced, Lonnie was his sister, her boyfriend and Zan's best friend was Rath.
"I'm sorry. It's just that this all has to be kept tight aight? I can't have anyone finding out, it dangerous baby." He said taking my face in his strong hands.
I loved him, I've loved him since the first day I'd seen him at my gurl Lindsey's house party, we've been destined since kids. He had promised me his heart even then…
-
Sam and me used to ALWAYS go to parties wearing the same thing, maybe not EXACLY the same thing but it was always either the same style or colors. Anyways it was my gurl Lindsey's birthday, she was like a cousin to me and Sam cuz we were all so tight. This night we felt like being extreme, we wore low cut black halter-tops –now when I say low cut, I mean LOW cut. Think J-LO at the Grammy's last year. Anyways, we wore that and white capri's, with black flip-flops that had diamonds on the thong part of the sandals. We thought we were SOOOO hot. Apparently we were TOO hot that night because guys were hitting on us left and right and we were startin' to regret wearing our outfits.
"Hey gurl." I said to Lindsey as she descended out of the kitchen with two Corona's.
"Hey Liz, sup Sam." She nodded.
Sam smiled, looking around for her boyfriend Miguel. Miguel was the preppiest boy I've ever met. Needless to say that when shit went down he was NOWHERE to be found. Why was he a Soprano? How the HELL did he get in? Just because his dad is my dad's cousins best friends or godfather's brother –er, uh godmother's son… WHATEVER! I just don't understand why that momma's boy is allowed in.
"Yea, so my brother Rico say's Zan is coming back to town." Lindsey said elbowing my side.
"So?" I shrugged, pretending to care less.
"So? SO? Liz I thought you said that when Zan came back to town you were gonna be on him like Joni when Ricky takes her drinks away." Lindsey playfully pushed me.
"That was when we were 12 Lin. Things change, I haven't seen Zan in 6 years." I said taking one of her bottles and popping the top.
"Yea, whatever that's why you haven't had a boyfriend since Zan left. Who are you saving yourself for Liz? Hmmm?" Lindsey teased.
"I see Miguel!" Sam squealed and ran to his side, they embraced, they kissed… And then they went up stairs.
"Ewwww." I groaned.
"They're in love Liz. You'll understand one day youngon." Lindsey messing up my hair.
"Youngon? You're only one year older than me." I laughed. I was 18 and she had just turned 19, the bitch! –Just kidding!
"I'm gonna go mingle, you wanna join?"
"No I'm good." I raised my bottle and made my way to the back yard.
I sat on a lawn chair and gazed at the stars. Now usually I'd be the life of the party by chugging all the beer or taking shots like it was water. But tonight, I just felt like chilling in the back, beer in hand and listening to all my people laughing and chatting. This was my heaven, I was powerful, and I was number one with these people. I was Liz Parker, daughter to Anthony Parker-Soprano, head honcho of the business. By business I mean of this town, this whole freaking area. Whatever transactions were being processed did not go through without my father's consent. That made me the next big thing. Mess with me and you'll end up with about 50 big guys on your ass.
Whatever transactions my father didn't agree with –mostly drugs because my dad is tired of the junkies. He used to deal in that department big time. That was until I was born and the dealing around the house and the late night calls and deals gone rotten… It was too dangerous to keep up that part of his life with me around. So he passed it on to his right hand man Juan Rodriguez, he still remains in that place today, but my dad still makes everything finalized. I don't really know how my dad got in such a high position but he is. And I'm glad because, that means I'm big too. Ya know?
"Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie." I heard a seductive male voice behind me.
I choose to ignore the comment and chugged the rest of my bottle, tossing it behind me and standing up to retrieve another. But when I turned around I was grabbed by the wrists and pulled towards someone I didn't know.
"Didn't your momma ever teach yous to not throw things around like dat?" He murmured in my ear.
I looked up into his eyes. Brown, a honey brown. Beautiful I thought. He had crazy hair, it was slightly deadlocked and his left eyebrow was pierced. A small stubble from a few days of not shaving rimmed his chin and cheeks. His black tank (wife beater) and baggy khaki pants screamed sexy, and it called out to me. My breath caught and for a moment, I swear it was pure silence as everything went into slow motion. I swear to you that even the music inside the house ceased. He had a funky tattoo on his right arm, an X with these little oval like things at the end of each point of the X.
I stared at it as if I could remember it. He also has something that I DID know. He had a symbol on his left wrist, the same one I had. I've always had it, since I could remember. Even when I was a baby, my parents said it was mystery. I knew that they knew how it got there but I shrugged it off thinking that I was cool and special somehow. The symbol was a swirl of some sort. Black, thick. It was unexplainable to describe without showing you.
"I never took to rules well. Or my mother for that matter." I responded after a while.
He raised his pierced eyebrow, "A rebel huh?"
"Maybe." I said pulling away from his grip. "Twins." I said raising my wrist.
His eyes widened. "How you'd get that?"
"I've always had it, I dunno," I shrugged, "I think it's tight. How'd you get yours?" I asked, using it as an excuse to touch him.
"I've always had it, since the day I was born. I dunno either how I got it." He said mesmerized of our similarity.
I pulled my wrist behind my back and stood tall, "So. Do I get a name or what?" I said teasingly.
"You knows my name Liz." He said smiling.
I did know. But I wanted him to say it. I wanted him to PROVE he was my Zan.
The boy who promised me his heart when we were kids.
I played stupid and asked again, "Name please."
He smirked, YEP this was my Zan. Same facial expressions and all.
"Do you have any idea how long I've waited?" I said being the rebel that I am.
He held out his arms summoning me to walk into them, "About as long as I've waited to come back?"
I shook my head getting annoyed, "You can't just come back and think we can be together Zan. It doesn't work that way." I stepped back away from him. Desperately fighting the urge to run to his open arms.
"C'mon I knows you wanna come to me baby, so just do it." He said, arms still wide open.
I took one step forward.
"Two more." He said smiling.
I took one.
He took the other. We hugged. God how good it was to back in his arms. It's been too long, way to damn long since I was last in this position. How could I have survived as long as I did? Without Zan? Who was I?
"Listen baby, I wanna introduce you to a few people I brought with me." He said pulling me to the door that entered the house.
"No. Not yet." I stopped short. "You just got here. I miss you." I said bringing my lips close to his. "Don't you miss me?" I said giving him a pout, jutting my lower lip out.
He stared into my eyes and brought his mouth closer to mine, he looked at my lips. I looked at his, he came closer… Closer… Then he stopped. I was dying for his kiss, I haven't felt his lips on mine since the day he left Brooklyn to live with his sister and guardian after his father was shot in a drive by. Carelessly my father took care of things after that, he didn't even seek revenge for Zan's father's death. Sometimes when I look at my dad, I think maybe HE was the one who arranged the drive by…
"Zan." I whispered.
He glanced at my lips once more. I licked my top lip, then my bottom. I waited.
He moved closer and barely touched his lips against mine. Soft touch. Soft, soft, soft… I couldn't take it any longer before I would scream, why was he being like this? Why was he doing this to me? Did he know how much torture this was on me? His lips softly kept touching mine, his nose rubbed mine, each time I lifted my chin to kiss him he would pull away and tease me. He ran his fingers through my hair, one hand on my lower back pushing him towards me, the other gently caressing my scalp.
"Liz." He whispered on my burning and aching lips.
"What is it?" I mumbled, my eyes closed and mouth waiting for his.
Then he did it. He finally granted me my wish, he kissed me. His mouth was warm and inviting as if devouring me whole. His tongue touched mine, I felt a metallic stud touch my tongue and a small moan escaped my throat. The sound only made him more enduring, he pulled my body against his and I felt how rock hard his chest and abs were, I also felt how much he wanted me. Feeling his erection grow against my lower abdomen only made me want him more.
"Oh Zan…" I whimpered when his mouth moved down to my neck.
Oh my dear Zan, you have pierced not only your eyebrow but you have granted my most wanted fantasy by piercing your tongue.
"Liz." He said against my skin.
"Zan." I said feeling a warmness began to form between my legs. My left hand was on the back of his neck, my other hand roaming his back but moving dangerously close to his lower half.
His breath was quickening the closer my hand made its way to his swelling lower half. His kisses becoming more and more passionate, his tongue attacked mine while his hands groped my body. One hand still one the small of my back the other between my low cut halter, grapping my breast, squeezing it.
I moaned, "Zan. I want you." I said in his ear, licking it. Pulling at the tiny loop in his cartilage.
"C'mon, we'll go to my car." He said against my lips. He took my hand and we attempted to walk out the party to his car.
"ZAN!"
Shit.
Zan grimaced and held on tightly to my hand, "Was is it?" He barked at the guy with –a mullet?
"Ey, we've been like, lookin' everywherea for yous bro. Where da fuck you been uh?" An extremely shorthaired blonde with dark black thick eyeliner and a spiked collar approached Zan angry. "You knows we got somewherea ta be right nows." She turned to the mullet guy, "Eh, Rath ya ready ta goes?" She smiled seductively to him.
"Been ready since da secon' we walked in this shit hole." He sucked on joint and passed it Zan who refused. Rath blew his smoke and stared at Zan, "Who's da chick?" He raised an interested eyebrow. I saw that this guy with a mullet named 'Rath' had the same tattoo as Zan, as did the rocker chick with Rath. But they didn't have the symbol on their wrists.
"This is Liz." Zan scowled at Rath.
"Shit, man. Wooo Weee." He chuckled looking me over up and down.
I rolled my eyes and looked to Zan, these were the people he hung out with? I walked away to find my gurls.
Zan gave Rath a warning look and took off after me.
*
"Is dat his bitch?" Lonnie sneered.
"Yea, I'd do 'er." Rath smirked.
"Yea, well do 'er just don't kill 'er." Lonnie said staring after her brother and Liz.
*
"Liz, wait." Zan called after me.
"What?" I spun around angry.
People all turned to watch our argument.
"Turn the fuck around huh? Does this look like a soap? I knows all your shit, don't make me lay it all out." I warned the nosy sons a bitches. I turned back to Zan, " Who the hell were they?"
"My family, Lonnie –my sista, and my boy Rath." Zan explained. "C'mon baby let's get out of here." He took my hand.
I looked over his shoulder to see Lindsey laughing this up and Sam looking scared, she never took to ghetto people, though she was best friends with one, ME.
"Fine, but the moment's over. I just want ta talk now." I said letting him lead me out of the house.
"Whatever." He smirked, knowing perfectly well we'd be getting in on in a few seconds.
God it was good to have him back.
-
"So yous in or outs Liz. Either way you're still my gurl, and I's love yous." He kissed my lips gently. We were in his kitchen, Lonnie and Rath making out on the couch in the living room.
"I'm in." I said agreeing to the decision that was ultimately change my life forever…
"Every thug needs a lady
And every thug needs a down ass Chick, huh, feel me
Every thug needs a lady
Baby I'm convinced, you my down ass Chick
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd lie for me, like you lovin me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd die for me, like you cry for me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd kill for me, like you comfort me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
Girl I'm convinced, you're my down ass Chick…
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Ch. 1
Down Ass Chick –P I
Liz POV (second person)
"So can I ask you what happen?" Max asked Liz a couple minutes into their flight.
"Sure, you saved my ass, you got the right to know." Liz looked away for a second, before old emotions could surface; it was so hard to look at this Max Evans without a dozen memories of Zan flooding through her. "You sure you're ready to hear this?" Liz asked before she began her tale.
He nodded. And Liz began.
-
3 months earlier…
"Hey Sam?" Liz whispered into her best friends ear. They were both lying on Samantha's bed reading magazines and chatting about nothing important.
Samantha's left eyebrow rose, "Hmmm?" She said not looking away from her magazine.
"Would you do anything for the one you love?" Liz said flat out.
Samantha was confused, "You mean for Miguel?" She asked rising up on an elbow.
Liz openly rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Duh." She hit Samantha with her magazine on the head.
Samantha flinched away from the blows, "Oh, well… Uh… I guess, why?" Samantha dreaded her answer.
"Zan-"
"No." Samantha covered Liz's mouth with her hands, "Whatever it is, forget it. Zan is trouble, if he were half the man Miguel is than-"
"Half? –Half? HALF?! You have GOT to be kidding me Sam, Miguel could NEVER measure up to Zan." Liz screamed suddenly angry.
"Says you." Sam spat already bored.
"Sam I really need you right now." Liz said taking Samantha by the shoulders and looking directly into her eyes.
"Liz. You're scaring me. What's about to go down? What did Zan pressure you into now?" Samantha's shrill voice rose louder and louder. "Liz, please tell me he's not going to make you do anything dangerous."
"Forget it, it was a hypothetical question. I shouldn't have said anything at all. Sorry." Liz said rising up off Samantha's queen bed, "See ya later." Liz grimly smiled, walking out the room.
*
Liz POV (first person)
I wanted to tell her so bad, so bad it hurt. It's been killing me all these weeks keeping this giant secret from my best friend. Zan made me promise not to tell anyone, not even Sam. Did he know how hard is was going to be to keep this a secret? Did he care?
"No Liz, I toldt yous you were gonna keep ya trap shut and no quezions. Aight?" Zan said placing a finalizing kiss on my lips the day he told me his plan. I had pleaded with him, I wanted to tell Sam at least, she was my gurl, and she would NEVER tell anyone.
"Liz, I ain't gonna say it again, damn gurl when did youz get so whiney?" Zan scowled for the second time that day.
"What's with you today Zan? You've been snapping at me like I'm Lonnie." I grimaced, Lonnie was his sister, her boyfriend and Zan's best friend was Rath.
"I'm sorry. It's just that this all has to be kept tight aight? I can't have anyone finding out, it dangerous baby." He said taking my face in his strong hands.
I loved him, I've loved him since the first day I'd seen him at my gurl Lindsey's house party, we've been destined since kids. He had promised me his heart even then…
-
Sam and me used to ALWAYS go to parties wearing the same thing, maybe not EXACLY the same thing but it was always either the same style or colors. Anyways it was my gurl Lindsey's birthday, she was like a cousin to me and Sam cuz we were all so tight. This night we felt like being extreme, we wore low cut black halter-tops –now when I say low cut, I mean LOW cut. Think J-LO at the Grammy's last year. Anyways, we wore that and white capri's, with black flip-flops that had diamonds on the thong part of the sandals. We thought we were SOOOO hot. Apparently we were TOO hot that night because guys were hitting on us left and right and we were startin' to regret wearing our outfits.
"Hey gurl." I said to Lindsey as she descended out of the kitchen with two Corona's.
"Hey Liz, sup Sam." She nodded.
Sam smiled, looking around for her boyfriend Miguel. Miguel was the preppiest boy I've ever met. Needless to say that when shit went down he was NOWHERE to be found. Why was he a Soprano? How the HELL did he get in? Just because his dad is my dad's cousins best friends or godfather's brother –er, uh godmother's son… WHATEVER! I just don't understand why that momma's boy is allowed in.
"Yea, so my brother Rico say's Zan is coming back to town." Lindsey said elbowing my side.
"So?" I shrugged, pretending to care less.
"So? SO? Liz I thought you said that when Zan came back to town you were gonna be on him like Joni when Ricky takes her drinks away." Lindsey playfully pushed me.
"That was when we were 12 Lin. Things change, I haven't seen Zan in 6 years." I said taking one of her bottles and popping the top.
"Yea, whatever that's why you haven't had a boyfriend since Zan left. Who are you saving yourself for Liz? Hmmm?" Lindsey teased.
"I see Miguel!" Sam squealed and ran to his side, they embraced, they kissed… And then they went up stairs.
"Ewwww." I groaned.
"They're in love Liz. You'll understand one day youngon." Lindsey messing up my hair.
"Youngon? You're only one year older than me." I laughed. I was 18 and she had just turned 19, the bitch! –Just kidding!
"I'm gonna go mingle, you wanna join?"
"No I'm good." I raised my bottle and made my way to the back yard.
I sat on a lawn chair and gazed at the stars. Now usually I'd be the life of the party by chugging all the beer or taking shots like it was water. But tonight, I just felt like chilling in the back, beer in hand and listening to all my people laughing and chatting. This was my heaven, I was powerful, and I was number one with these people. I was Liz Parker, daughter to Anthony Parker-Soprano, head honcho of the business. By business I mean of this town, this whole freaking area. Whatever transactions were being processed did not go through without my father's consent. That made me the next big thing. Mess with me and you'll end up with about 50 big guys on your ass.
Whatever transactions my father didn't agree with –mostly drugs because my dad is tired of the junkies. He used to deal in that department big time. That was until I was born and the dealing around the house and the late night calls and deals gone rotten… It was too dangerous to keep up that part of his life with me around. So he passed it on to his right hand man Juan Rodriguez, he still remains in that place today, but my dad still makes everything finalized. I don't really know how my dad got in such a high position but he is. And I'm glad because, that means I'm big too. Ya know?
"Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie." I heard a seductive male voice behind me.
I choose to ignore the comment and chugged the rest of my bottle, tossing it behind me and standing up to retrieve another. But when I turned around I was grabbed by the wrists and pulled towards someone I didn't know.
"Didn't your momma ever teach yous to not throw things around like dat?" He murmured in my ear.
I looked up into his eyes. Brown, a honey brown. Beautiful I thought. He had crazy hair, it was slightly deadlocked and his left eyebrow was pierced. A small stubble from a few days of not shaving rimmed his chin and cheeks. His black tank (wife beater) and baggy khaki pants screamed sexy, and it called out to me. My breath caught and for a moment, I swear it was pure silence as everything went into slow motion. I swear to you that even the music inside the house ceased. He had a funky tattoo on his right arm, an X with these little oval like things at the end of each point of the X.
I stared at it as if I could remember it. He also has something that I DID know. He had a symbol on his left wrist, the same one I had. I've always had it, since I could remember. Even when I was a baby, my parents said it was mystery. I knew that they knew how it got there but I shrugged it off thinking that I was cool and special somehow. The symbol was a swirl of some sort. Black, thick. It was unexplainable to describe without showing you.
"I never took to rules well. Or my mother for that matter." I responded after a while.
He raised his pierced eyebrow, "A rebel huh?"
"Maybe." I said pulling away from his grip. "Twins." I said raising my wrist.
His eyes widened. "How you'd get that?"
"I've always had it, I dunno," I shrugged, "I think it's tight. How'd you get yours?" I asked, using it as an excuse to touch him.
"I've always had it, since the day I was born. I dunno either how I got it." He said mesmerized of our similarity.
I pulled my wrist behind my back and stood tall, "So. Do I get a name or what?" I said teasingly.
"You knows my name Liz." He said smiling.
I did know. But I wanted him to say it. I wanted him to PROVE he was my Zan.
The boy who promised me his heart when we were kids.
I played stupid and asked again, "Name please."
He smirked, YEP this was my Zan. Same facial expressions and all.
"Do you have any idea how long I've waited?" I said being the rebel that I am.
He held out his arms summoning me to walk into them, "About as long as I've waited to come back?"
I shook my head getting annoyed, "You can't just come back and think we can be together Zan. It doesn't work that way." I stepped back away from him. Desperately fighting the urge to run to his open arms.
"C'mon I knows you wanna come to me baby, so just do it." He said, arms still wide open.
I took one step forward.
"Two more." He said smiling.
I took one.
He took the other. We hugged. God how good it was to back in his arms. It's been too long, way to damn long since I was last in this position. How could I have survived as long as I did? Without Zan? Who was I?
"Listen baby, I wanna introduce you to a few people I brought with me." He said pulling me to the door that entered the house.
"No. Not yet." I stopped short. "You just got here. I miss you." I said bringing my lips close to his. "Don't you miss me?" I said giving him a pout, jutting my lower lip out.
He stared into my eyes and brought his mouth closer to mine, he looked at my lips. I looked at his, he came closer… Closer… Then he stopped. I was dying for his kiss, I haven't felt his lips on mine since the day he left Brooklyn to live with his sister and guardian after his father was shot in a drive by. Carelessly my father took care of things after that, he didn't even seek revenge for Zan's father's death. Sometimes when I look at my dad, I think maybe HE was the one who arranged the drive by…
"Zan." I whispered.
He glanced at my lips once more. I licked my top lip, then my bottom. I waited.
He moved closer and barely touched his lips against mine. Soft touch. Soft, soft, soft… I couldn't take it any longer before I would scream, why was he being like this? Why was he doing this to me? Did he know how much torture this was on me? His lips softly kept touching mine, his nose rubbed mine, each time I lifted my chin to kiss him he would pull away and tease me. He ran his fingers through my hair, one hand on my lower back pushing him towards me, the other gently caressing my scalp.
"Liz." He whispered on my burning and aching lips.
"What is it?" I mumbled, my eyes closed and mouth waiting for his.
Then he did it. He finally granted me my wish, he kissed me. His mouth was warm and inviting as if devouring me whole. His tongue touched mine, I felt a metallic stud touch my tongue and a small moan escaped my throat. The sound only made him more enduring, he pulled my body against his and I felt how rock hard his chest and abs were, I also felt how much he wanted me. Feeling his erection grow against my lower abdomen only made me want him more.
"Oh Zan…" I whimpered when his mouth moved down to my neck.
Oh my dear Zan, you have pierced not only your eyebrow but you have granted my most wanted fantasy by piercing your tongue.
"Liz." He said against my skin.
"Zan." I said feeling a warmness began to form between my legs. My left hand was on the back of his neck, my other hand roaming his back but moving dangerously close to his lower half.
His breath was quickening the closer my hand made its way to his swelling lower half. His kisses becoming more and more passionate, his tongue attacked mine while his hands groped my body. One hand still one the small of my back the other between my low cut halter, grapping my breast, squeezing it.
I moaned, "Zan. I want you." I said in his ear, licking it. Pulling at the tiny loop in his cartilage.
"C'mon, we'll go to my car." He said against my lips. He took my hand and we attempted to walk out the party to his car.
"ZAN!"
Shit.
Zan grimaced and held on tightly to my hand, "Was is it?" He barked at the guy with –a mullet?
"Ey, we've been like, lookin' everywherea for yous bro. Where da fuck you been uh?" An extremely shorthaired blonde with dark black thick eyeliner and a spiked collar approached Zan angry. "You knows we got somewherea ta be right nows." She turned to the mullet guy, "Eh, Rath ya ready ta goes?" She smiled seductively to him.
"Been ready since da secon' we walked in this shit hole." He sucked on joint and passed it Zan who refused. Rath blew his smoke and stared at Zan, "Who's da chick?" He raised an interested eyebrow. I saw that this guy with a mullet named 'Rath' had the same tattoo as Zan, as did the rocker chick with Rath. But they didn't have the symbol on their wrists.
"This is Liz." Zan scowled at Rath.
"Shit, man. Wooo Weee." He chuckled looking me over up and down.
I rolled my eyes and looked to Zan, these were the people he hung out with? I walked away to find my gurls.
Zan gave Rath a warning look and took off after me.
*
"Is dat his bitch?" Lonnie sneered.
"Yea, I'd do 'er." Rath smirked.
"Yea, well do 'er just don't kill 'er." Lonnie said staring after her brother and Liz.
*
"Liz, wait." Zan called after me.
"What?" I spun around angry.
People all turned to watch our argument.
"Turn the fuck around huh? Does this look like a soap? I knows all your shit, don't make me lay it all out." I warned the nosy sons a bitches. I turned back to Zan, " Who the hell were they?"
"My family, Lonnie –my sista, and my boy Rath." Zan explained. "C'mon baby let's get out of here." He took my hand.
I looked over his shoulder to see Lindsey laughing this up and Sam looking scared, she never took to ghetto people, though she was best friends with one, ME.
"Fine, but the moment's over. I just want ta talk now." I said letting him lead me out of the house.
"Whatever." He smirked, knowing perfectly well we'd be getting in on in a few seconds.
God it was good to have him back.
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"So yous in or outs Liz. Either way you're still my gurl, and I's love yous." He kissed my lips gently. We were in his kitchen, Lonnie and Rath making out on the couch in the living room.
"I'm in." I said agreeing to the decision that was ultimately change my life forever…
"Every thug needs a lady
And every thug needs a down ass Chick, huh, feel me
Every thug needs a lady
Baby I'm convinced, you my down ass Chick
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd lie for me, like you lovin me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd die for me, like you cry for me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd kill for me, like you comfort me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
Girl I'm convinced, you're my down ass Chick…
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