❝ pretty little fears, music to my ears ❞
on his own for the first time, Tariq St. Patrick divides his time between school and hustling to pay for his mother's defense attorney. When he runs out of options, Tariq turns to a familiar drug game, in wh...
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❝ what's free? ❞
━ ★彡★
"Yo, Dru, Raelin, come here," Lorenzo called out, the night of his welcome home party. Raelin and Dru looked at each other before walking over to him. "This my dawg right here." Kino introduced Carlito, as Lorenzo placed both his arms around Raelin and Dru's shoulders. "Lorenzo knows me. We had the same barber before his bid." He told Kino, refreshing Lorenzo's memories.
"Oh, Carlito." Lorenzo greeted as he dapped him up. "My son Dru right here and my god-daughter Raelin, she's Daniel's little girl." He presented to Kino. "These the ones I've been telling you about, Kino."
"Dru's ahead of his time right here. He'll be running the city when I'm gone." Lorenzo boasted, "With Rae by his side," He continued, pulling the young girl closer, and kissing her forehead. Raelin smiled before looking over at Cane, who was already staring at them with jealousy. He shook his head before walking back into the kitchen, making Raelin sigh, knowing they were gonna have a conversation about it later.
"Still got a lot of time before that, Papi." Dru spoke, "Nah, for real." Raelin added on. "Y'all early." He shrugged. Dru began to dap up Carlito and Kino, while Raelin just stood beside him and waved.
"You rode with 'Renzo inside, right?" Monet asked Kino, once they all relocated to the dining room table. "How come you ain't come see us when you got out couple of months back?"
"Got my own work out here. My own peoples." Kino answered, causing Raelin to lower her eyes at him. "Come on, pour some shots. We're on the bag up with Kino." Lorenzo told his wife. "And where my cigars?" He questioned.
"You know I can't stand them stinking ass cigars. You not smoking in here." Monet replied while Raelin and Dru chuckled. "I smoke when I want in my house." Lorenzo spat, making Raelin's mouth form an 'o' and Diana wrinkle her forehead. "And y'all ran out of chicken. Can you bring another pan, please?" Kino joined in.
"Auntie, you need some help?" Raelin asked, getting up. "Nah, she got it, mamita. It's all good." Lorenzo replied as he grabbed her arm, bringing her back down to her seat. Monet rolled her eyes before walking into the kitchen."So listen, when we find our groove, we start moving product again, right... we're gonna run shit the same way we did up north." Lorenzo began to explain while Dru, Diana, and Raelin looked at each other, feeling the tension between Monet and Lorenzo.
"Sixty percent for me, forty percent for you." He concluded. "We're not locked up anymore, 'Renzo. I'm doin' my own thing now." Kino informed him. "Bullshit," Lorenzo murmured. "Who you running for, man?" He inquired. "Broad Street Killers," Kino answered. "I heard the Feds did a sweep of BSK." Raelin chimed in. "Yeah, they got almost everybody," Dru added on.
"Now I'm in charge until the big homie gets out." Kino nodded. Lorenzo sighed at this, "The same BSK niggas Daniel and I had to protect you from in prison."
"That's who you choose to roll with when you're free?" He rhetorically asked. "I gotta run my own thing, 'Renzo. Looks like you already know who you want riding shotgun." Kino motioned towards Dru, "I'll holler at you." Kino exhaled, as he got up to leave.
