𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥

𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚

𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨.
𝐓𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚'𝐬 𝐝𝐨.
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𝐒𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐚

"Wait so you're saying Lil Ricky is alive and Cuchillos wants you to find him?" I ask again making the crew nod their heads "You too." Jamal adds "Wait why am I involved with this shit?!" I ask.

"Because you helped me find the rollerworld money!" "How do we even know that this dude is still alive!"
This enter situation was stressing me out, we all knew how dangerous Cuchillos is and if we screwed this up we would most likely end up on a shirt.

"Me and Spooky are going to the grave yard tonight to see" Jamal said nervously "But we will get a reward as well" Ruby chimed in. I raise my eyebrow in confusion "What do you mean?" "I mean we get the rollerworld money back!"

"Why don't we talk tomorrow its getting late." I say standing up "And where are Monse and Ceaser?"
"Monse stormed off say how this isn't her problem and Ceaser went home."

"Im gonna head home later guys."

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I wasn't even paying attention to where i was going, I was just walking trying to not freak out at the fact a crazy gang leader who's name literally means knives want us to do a job for her or we die.
Yeah im totally not gonna freak out!

I turn the corner arriving at the gas station by my house, I walk in and greet Mr.Gomez , the store owner.
I've known Mr.Gomez since i could walk, he was my dads's best friend and still is.

"Hola Mr.Gomez" i smile making him look up "Hola Sophia, estas bien?"( hello Sophia, are you ok?) he asks with a kind smile. "Sí, tengo muchas cosas en la cabeza." (Yea, i just got a lot on my mind.)

He nods patting my back, "Como esta Javier?" (how is Javier?) "Bien, todavía está en sus clases de dibujo."( good, he is still in his drawing classes)

Mr.Gomez's son Javier was 10 and is extremely smart, i used to babysit him when Mr & Mrs.Gomez had to work long hours. He is a funny kid and always has been like my little brother.

"Eso es bueno, dile que le dije hola."(thats good, tell him i said hi) I smiled before walking to the chip aisle.

I picked up a bag of hot cheeto fries and walked to the drinks, i strolled throw the aisle before picking up a sprite.
I paid for my stuff and walked out, as I walk down the street a black impala pulled up next to me.
"Oi mami!" I heard one of them yell, "Im a minor!" i shout back, "not for some." I hear a younger one say smugly.

I roll my eyes and continue walking, I stop once I feel a rough hand pull me back...