I sat in my big ass estate on the biggest hill in town and wondered what did I do this for. I lost so much to this game and for what. My name is Jynxx Monroe but people know me as Dollface Don. I wasn’t your typical kinda queen pin. During the day I had pop up boutiques. They were like ice cream trucks that road around in the neighborhood and people bought clothes that I had made from my trucks. Shit the money I made from the boutique trucks were great every day I was selling out and having to order more. At night I was a full ass Don. My best friend Ca’mari aka Steele started this shit so many years ago as two kids in a fucked up foster kids running the streets because we didn’t wanna go home.
Home was such a foreign word for me at the time. Miss Freeman was who I was out with at the age of six years old. She made sure to let me know that I needed to start pulling my weight. Steele who was 10 at the time protected me. Eventually when he left I would go with him and follow him like a dog. I would’ve did anything to get out the house. When I was 12 I was started running packages for some dope boy and by the time I was 16 I had a few corners by 18 I was running blocks. As I got older the more money I made the more lonely I got.
Now sitting in this ten bedroom home alone I don’t know it fucked with my head.
“Doll.” I heard Steele say.
”Huh?” I asked. You coming out with us tonight?”
”Yeah. I can ride with you?” I asked.
”Hell yeah.” He said.
On our way in I heard a pop and the I felt a burning sensation in my chest. I looked down and my white shirt was red. I fell back and all I remember was looking up at Steele. He was begging for me to hold on but I don’t think I could.
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