Dope Nigga (BxB)

22• Moonlight

  Heyyyy y'all I'm so proud of myself because I've really been consistent with these updates. 😩

The fact this book averages over 2k reads each chapter and the chapters get 100 likes by the same people everytime (love y'all 🖤) but if y'all ALL don't just like it 🧍🏽‍♀️🩴 RN

   Y'all are gonna love this chapter 🖤

Sincere above^

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Santana POV

I leaned against my new car and watched the crowd of mothafuckas get bigger and bigger. It was going on 10pm and they was having a candle light for Dimes death but somehow it turned into a block party with more than 500 people and I ain't seen not 1 mothafucka cry yet if anything everybody was celebrating.

   A nigga like me was looking so icey and smelling good. My whole neck and both wrist was bust down. I had my vv's diamond grill in and a fresh cut. I know Sin was feeling it too because I kept catching him stare at me.

   He look fine as hell too, he wasn't a jewelry person but he let me pick out his outfit as usual. He had on a navy blue Ralph Lauren sweatsuit with some diamond earrings I got him. He was just sitting back observing everybody looking real mysterious. Hella people had came up to him and let him know they happy he recovering good, this nigga really loved by everybody. I had to force him to even come outside because he always think something bad gone happen.

   "Smoking on that Dime pack" Clarence said passing me the wood.

   "No real shit I should have got me a shirt spray painted with his face on it and some devil ears because we know that nigga ain't going to heaven" Everybody laughed except Sincere he just stood there with a blank facial expression.

   "You good Sin?"

   "This wind kinda fucking up my ankle but I'm good, probably gone put the brace on it in a minute" I know he been in his feelings about how slow it was recovering. They finally took the metal plate out his mouth so he able to talk regular now but they still saying they don't know if his ankle gone fully recover. I been tryna explain to him not to trip on it to much as long as he able to walk on his own he good, he act like he had plans on becoming a athlete or some shit I don't even understand why his injury a big deal the nigga just sit around and count money all day.

"As much as I hate Dime it's sad seeing our people turn a black mans death into a party. We should be mourning his failure to uplift the community not drinking and smoking" Salem preached and I rolled my eyes.

"Nigga you saying that as if you wasn't the drive-" Clarence said kinda loud but Sin slapped the back of his neck before he could finish.

"Fuck that nigga he got what he deserved"

   "Let me get a pic of all y'all together, some young rich niggas on a come up Sincere you gone be that nigga just like yo pops" A local photographer said waving his hands like he wanted us all to scoot closer.

   "It's good bro" They all threw up 4's because they from 4th street but I put my finger to my lip to show off my grill. Sincere threw one of his arms around my neck and the other around his brothers.

   He held up the camera and took mad pictures.

   "That's clean, y'all the future I see it already. Y'all little niggas keep shining"

  "My brother really a shot caller now, how you feel about that Sin?" Nate asked and Sincere just shrugged.

   "That ain't really what I wanted but everybody depending on me so I gotta put on for my city now that Dime gone" Secretly I think Sincere like being in the spotlight, he got the personality for this shit. I mean who wouldn't wanna be known as a hood hero.