When It Falls Into Place: Chapter 14

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Camo POV

I got a tip that some group named Code Burgundy had a hit on my head for 2Gs, they poor asses.. my head worth a couple mill. They even tried to mock us, bitch niggas will never be hard enough for code red or smart enough. Anyway, I been looking out for them for 2weeks and I finally found they trap, a green house with red paint stained on all the windows. Sitting in this van is killing me. I would have workers doing this but I want to make sure I get my part. I'm kraving this revenge. Yeah with a k. So far, I got nothing and I'm almost out of twinkies and weed. These punks need to come on out so I can end them. I got my boy Bugg with me. Jessie, Ang, and Los out on business In the A, we need some connects there.

I pulled out my phone to check if Connie had texted me but I forgot it was a school day, I'll be glad when she graduate, she behind on some stuff for missing so many days, but I have faith she'll get it all together in time, I'll pay anything I have to if she doesn't. Teachers only care about money anyway. Im glad we got our problems settled and she came back.

Sitting here Bugg said nothing, shit ion know how he feeling but this my boy and to be honest, whatever he did making Connie stab me got me questioning his loyalty. Neither one of them confessed to being related, but look exactly alike; same nose, wavy hair, and hazel green eyes. You can't trick a trickster. Let me spark up this convo.

"Why you ain't tell me you had a sister- shit a whole hidden family?"

"Cause nigga you ain't ask. Why you ain't show us your girlfriend?"

"Cause nigga you ain't ask."

"Well if we was boys, we both wouldve told eachother shit like that" Did I hear that right?

"So we not boys? Nigga I took you in to my house and taught you the game the RIGHT way, when I met you, you was Joey, a scared ass 15 year old boy with no family but the grandmother that you wanted to help. I helped you move your Gma out the hood and gave you off days to check on her. Nigga all this I did for you" Im getting heated

"Yeah, you did. And you help me drive her into the ground with this gang shit! You took me in but you know what? I could've been better than this. You ain't love me. you just didn't wanna do your dirty work, you out here selling grams and I'm killing anybody you put me in the direction of. I didn't want my sister in that, but she in love with your stupid ass so I gave in cause I need her to stay happy" he said partially telling the truth

"Fuck that Bugg, you getting reckless. you acting like I manipulated you and you emotionally scared by it. Nigga this the life we been living"

"You act like I don't want more than this. Don't you? I want more for me and my family" he said

"You ain't going pussy on me are you? I'm not going to hurt your sister! You should know me better man" this conversation seemed to be pointless

"Nigga shut your ass up, how you think she got in your house? Faith,trust,and pixie dust? Nigga does the tooth fairy have your keys? Now if you'll get outcha feelings being in love, you'll see these niggas coming out this house and getting in that range" he said, I laughed

We dapped up and I started the car. Gottem'!

I began following the truck leaving some workers to clean out the house & find the leader, just in case I don't.
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We followed them about 55 miles Out of Compton, I made sure not to be seen as a threat. I called back up to make sure all this goes smoothly, "man lets push these niggas off the road, im not bout to go cross the world chasing them. The Knicks playing bruh" I said through the walk e talkies to my workers.

"Alright boss, on 3"

After 3 quick seconds I put my foot slightly on the break as two black vans came from behind me; one went to the left side & the other to the back both working together and pushing the truck off the road. I stopped my car & got out making my way down the hill where the crashed Yukon was flipped, as I got closer I heard the moans and groans of the people inside the car. I jacked the door open looking in the eyes of the driver, he had one eye that floated to the back of his head & one that looked regular. Instantly I knew that he was involved somehow.

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