Michael "Sire" Jackson is known for being one of the most prestigious street racers in the entire south along with his crew RUTHLE$$; they were undefeated when it came to burning rubber and they always left their mark after each victory. That's unti...
Streets raised me It's crazy the whip's insane lately
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APRIL 10, 2016
MICHAEL laid between the legs of Jireh's as she toyed around with his curly strands—loose and pooling around his head like a small puddle. They were engaged in coversation while watching Biker Boyz on Netflix.
"Black Beach weekend started so, you know tomorrow we definitely gon' hit up the festivities." Michael had old her, runinng his hand smoothly along her thigh.
"So you going with just your crew or...?" Jireh inquired.
"Of course I'ma pull up with my boys, but I was thinkin' maybe we could all link up together. Your crew with my crew.."
"That's cool. I'll let everyone know wassup."
BLACK Beach was one of the best and well-known events that took place in all of the Gulf Coast of Mississippi every year in the month of April—a three day weekend event. Everyone from all over the south from Texas to Florida attended. There were the cars, the bikes, the great music, good southern food, the flashiest niggas, and the baddest bitches in their best swim suits. But what most really attended the event for was the car show and races that took place later that night. Most of the events took place in Biloxi but with Gulfport being just thirty minutes away, it extended to that end of the strip as well. Black Beach was the Mardi Gras of Mississippi. Both are different things but both brought in tons of tourists to enjoy what the city brought to the people.
It was a way of life for them.
"So I'm assuming you bringing your GT-R to Cruisin' the Coast?" Jireh asked him.
"Nah. Not this time. I don't think I'ma race. I just wanna enjoy myself and see what competition is out there. The championship is in a couple of months and I'm tryin' to win Crew of Da South."
JIREH knew why Michael wanted to win that title so badly, but she didn't say anything in response to it. For one, she knew the person who withheld that title and have been for a while. And two, just bringing up Jaytee's name bothered her.
"Well, I can understand. It is time for a new champion but who said it was gonna be you, though?"
Michael turned his head and looked up at her from the position he was laying in. He gave her a look that said act like you know. He smacked his lips and told her, "I like you and all but we all know who gon' get that title."
"You sholl is confident about that."
"Gotta be. You may be my girl and all, but it's different when we in the streets."
"It still ain't gonna be you, nigga." She chuckled.
"Wanna bet?"
"There's no need to bet. You already saw how I was coming at The Tracks when we first met. I could have burned your ass then and there. I have the 750 you still have the 600. Make it make sense here."
