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6 | Wasn't I Good To You

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January 23rd
Long Branch, NJ
8:03pm

Three weeks came and gone since they've all touched back down in the towns. Cito has been hustling non stop, doing extremely well for himself in the short period of time. Constantly running off of only four hours of sleep every night, for some reason he couldn't sleep the same. Once he moved into his crib he unintentionally went back to his incarcerated self. Eating and showering at specific times and everything was on a set schedule. The well decorated house was always spotless, nothing out of place and extremely organized. He knew how he was living wasn't healthy but he didn't know any other way.

Cito was never late to anything, not a pick up or drop off, to do a hit or to hit a lick. He'd go out all the time with the guys and that's when Cito would pop out but when he stepped back into his crib he was still Inmate # 96030. Right back into his shell when it should be his sanctuary. There was only one time in a long time where he was just Divine, and just as fast as it came he deaded it.

Silence filled the black 1967 Shelby GT500 that was quickly driving up I95. Cito pointed towards the gas station that was coming up as Zero merged over to exit off the highway to get gas. Pulling up to the WaWa gas station they were somewhere in Jersey, letting them know they needed a full tank. They both hopped out the vehicle stepping into the night time air. Music lowly played from a radio in the otherwise quiet gas station. Couple prostitutes was working across the street, and a couple girls were at the other tanks pumping gas.

"What's the number?" Cito says lowly while putting his black hoodie up on his head after pulling up his pants.

"Sev" zero responds going to the tank.

"Bet" Cito makes his way into the station, walking straight to grab some honey buns and 4 Red Bull's. Quickly snatching a couple bags of chips, nacho cheese sunflower seeds and waters he walked up to the man behind the counter. After the man rings everything up Cito goes into his pocket for his bank roll, peeling off four twenties he throws it down before saying "on seven". Looking up he sees the clerk staring at his clothes, looking down Cito notices the blood all over his sweats. Looking up he smiles at the cashier condescendingly before motioning him to be quiet by whispering "shhhh."

The cashier clerk just nods and Cito makes his way back out the store and into the passenger side of the vehicle. Zero stood outside pumping gas with his hoodie up. Soon as he was done he hopped back in the car and made his way back on 95. Zero was about to dig, he was feening to get back to New York. He was ready go find him a hoe to go lay up under for the night.

Cito and Zero were driving back from doing a hit out in Miami. They robbed and killed some pussy ass Zoe niggas that called themselves running off with Moi's money. Last week at the meet up they fucked up by giving one of Moi's pick up boys a kilo of straight baby powder. Once Moi found out, Cito already knew what time it was. Bodies gotta drop. After dumping their bodies in a bayou in the Floribama panhandle then made their way back up north.

"Wassup, niggas tryna fuck with the gambling spot tonight?" Zero said.

"Nah bro, my bed calling me". Cito chuckled.

"I feel you, niggas ain't shower in two days."

"I can smell you from over here, on some real shit bro you mad fucking musty." Cito clowned Zero.