Gangsta Love

Shit Could Get Ugly

Asia

"So let me get this straight... this nigga done possibly planted some type of damn chip or something on my ass. It ain't no fuckin way sis" I said as I started panicking lowkey. I didn't want her to see it so I started rolling up. Mad shit was running through my head. How did he find me? Do I have a opp? Because when I tell you there's NO WAY? There really isn't.

"Well maybe he just tryna scare you. For his sake? I would stay away from these streets. He's not ready for those type of problems" India said. I still felt my nerves shaking so it's like heard her voice but couldn't make out what she was saying. I need to calm down, it feel like I'm about to have a panic attack.

"You alright sis? Your chest going up and down mad fast" She asked me as she ran to the kitchen to get me a bottle of cold water. I drunk some and felt my body cooling down. I wanna talk to Von about it but I know he's gonna lose his shit probably. That's the last thing that I want too, we just got the the next level in becoming somewhat friends. I guess, whatever you wanna call us.

Meanwhile..

Von

I was chillin at home with my son and I felt something strange going on in the air. I don't know what it is but I know something isn't sitting right. My son was playing on his iPad, so I took my ass to my basement studio so I can blow some down. He knows what tme it is when I go down there. My phone vibrated and seen it was my twin nem, Roy.

"Talk to me bro"

"Yo we might got a problem gang"

"What's the problem?"

"Some new nigga that got goons apparently on these sides. I ain't never seen him before doe"

"I wonder who it is.  I'll keep an eye out. I'm tryna get up outta here man. I'm tired of Chicago" I spoke truthfully. I love my city and shit but it's not my  plan to stay here. I want better for myself and

"Nigga I feel you. Ain't shit out here no more. All that shit dead to me, forreal. Muh' fuckas just gotta stay off our sides then we straight" He spoke.

"I'll still spray shit here and there but I don't be caring bout it. I got kids gang, feel me" I admitted as I started grinding my weed up. That weird ass feeling that I had suddenly came back. So I followed my mind and called the person who's involved in the weird way that I've been feeling. Asian. I finished rolling up and connected the phone to my airpods. It rung twice and she answered with her camera off.

"I can't see your face" I spoke to her. I still was on pause though.

"Yoo" I said a little bit louder to try and get her attention. She un paused me and she just looked at me. She look nervous or something. "You okay gang? Why you look like that?" I asked her. She didn't look like herself. She didn't answer at first until I had to basically beat it out her stubborn ass. She ain't never this quiet for this long.

"ASIAN WHAT THE FUCK!" I fake raised my voice making her glare at me through the camera. I chuckled because she low key looked fine as hell tryna look all mean and shit. She sucked her teeth before she answered me.

"Ain't shit wrong Von. Damn stop yelling please" She said holding her head down once again. Sum aint right, on me it ain't. Ima just go over there and see what's going on. I ain't gotta record my video until like 6 so I'm good for right now.