Trenches

Prologue

The black haired woman lets out a bitter chuckle, "Ima ask you this one more time, rainbow... Where... The fuck... Is my money...?" She asks between gritted teeth. The rainbow haired dude starts to sweat bullets in his tied up chair as two women stood beside him with their guns loaded. The dude was bloody and beaten, but still looked recognizable, "At the old abandoned warehouse!" He admits while looking dead in the black haired woman's eyes, "I know you're not going to kill me, DJ. You're too weak..." The rainbow haired guy says with a laugh, "And when I get out of this chair, you're dead." He threatens.

DJ clutches her fist and sneers at the older guy, "You're right, Daniel... I'm not... But, they will..." She says, chuckling at the fear in his eyes, "Paint these walls!" DJ shouts before walking off, cringing at the gun shots that rung after she walked off. Her right hand men, Dolla Sign, Hoodie, and Pop Smoke looked at her with worried eyes, "You alright, sis?" Zen asks the younger woman who damn near towered over him. DJ nod mutely. Ty puts his hand on her shoulder, "You know if you need a break, I got it covered. Get some rest." He suggests, his worried look not leaving his face. DJ shakes her head before shoving her hands in her dress pants pockets before walking off, leaving her worried crew members behind her.

Growing up, DJ didn't have an ideal family. Her mother and father constantly fought while she and her siblings huddled in the corner, crying their eyes out. One day, DJ's dad hit her mom and things got physical. The police were called and every last one of her siblings got taken away. They got seperated and placed in different foster homes. Pretty soon, DJ and her new father, started to get along more. DJ was genuinely happy and loved that she now had a parent that was just proud of her.

Even after she found out his secret of being a king pin, she still loved him.

She wiggled her way into his heart.

Pretty soon, her father started to groom her to be the next owner of his 'business'. Her training only lasted a few weeks before her father was shot multiple times and paralyzed from the waist down permanently. DJ remembered the day she broke down in her new office at the tender age of 12, not knowing what to do or what was going on.

That's where Amber came in.

Amber had been her father's right hand woman for years in his business and loved DJ like a niece and daughter. It broke her heart to see DJ curled up under her new desk, crying her eyes out. She was overwhelmed and Amber understood that.

Somewhere, that little girl in DJ still wondered around, begging to be released, but her pride and love for her adopted father and his buisness wouldn't let that little girl out. People call DJ ruthless and evil, but they couldn't be more wrong. She was the most sweetest and kindest person anyone could've ever met. She would do anything for anybody.

The dark haired girl gently picks up a picture of her and a melanin skin girl with huge smiles on their face. DJ smiles softly, gently rubbing her finger over the girl who used to be her best friend.

Now, they were technically enemies.

Frowning slightly, she places the picture back down on her desk facing her. She remember the day she left NK. The look of betrayal in the dark skin girl's eyes, the tears that threatened to fall.

It killed her inside.

The kiss they shared when she left was amazing despite being 10 at the time and her being 13.

Now here she was, nine years later. The biggest queen pin in Miami.

DJ debated on going over to her rivals house. Only she and Ty knew where the woman lived as she was comfortable enough to share that information with the two, knowing DJ wouldn't do anything. She had to take Ty, he was her right hand man. DJ picked up her burner phone and dialed Boogie

"Wassup, sis?" Ty's deep voice rang through the phone, "Come up..." DJ says simply earning an alright from the other line before it hung up.

She had some business to talk about with the woman she crushed on many years ago