Loving Her

Newby: Chapter 1

∆Brayelle in the multimedia∆

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Brayelle POV

Somewhere in Florida

2am
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I watched as my dad hurriedly stuffed money into a duffle bag. I'm 19yrs old and I still don't understand why he whisks us away just to fetch money. Don't get me wrong I'm blessed to have parents who can spoil me, but normal families are asleep right now...not going to make a drop.

" When we get there I want you to stay in the car no matter what you see or hear. You know the routine." He zipped up the bag and the car stopped. I crouched onto the floor and layed there as still as I could be.

" I love you, babygirl." The car door opened and he left with about 20 of his other workers. Tonight's deal was with some Mexicans from Miami who'd been making some noise from Miami to Cali to Mexico etc so of course we had to check them out.

Let me fill you in on my life. Obviously my dad's a drug dealer. He's the kingpin of the south known as Trouble Smith(40). I'm one of his 5 kids. My name is Brayelle Toni Smith(19), but my family calls me Stink and my street name is BT and I was born in the Hawaiians.

I'm around 5'11, big brown eyes with light gold flecks, and I'm a skinny nïgga. My siblings are Deon(24) the oldest, Tamera(23) and Tyrez(23) the twins, and Michael Jr(20). All of us work with my dad, but Deon is his right hand man and Michael Jr and Tyrez have always fueded with him over it.

Tamera and I just travel with them and handle small transactions, but lately he's been asking me to come along a lot more. I heard shots being fired and the car door flung open.

" Them retard ass niggas shoulda known better than to not come strapped! I hate fucking with rookies!" My dad said as he tossed 2 duffle bags on the floor and dialed someone's number. I sat up and dusted off. The rest of the workers packed into 2 other tinted Escalades.

" You good babygirl?" He asked, and I nodded. "Tell them 3 new recruits to clean up here and the rest of y'all go to the trap on Jefferson Street and get that money weighed." He instructed, hanging up before the other person replied.

" What the fuck you doing? Sight seeing? We gotta go!" He yelled at the driver.

" You killed them?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

" Better them than us." He replied. I leaned against him and watched the clouds whizz by. We've been going through this for 4 nights straight. I haven't seen my mom and siblings throughout the whole time.

" Why have you been taking me instead of Deon? I mean he is your right hand man so I'd expect you to have him tag along a lot more than me." I asked. He sighed and wrapped his arm around me.

" You're the last one, Stink. My last baby. All of y'all have grown up so fast, and its finally starting to hit me that you're not the same little girl who ran when she heard gun shots. You're the maturing young woman who's firing 'em." He replied, and I smiled.

" I love you daddy!" I said, and he squeezed the life outta me. Nigga strong as fuck!

I fell asleep after that, and woke up in Deon's arms. He was carrying me into our family mansion. Even though all of them have moved out, they're still here most of the time. I burried my head in his neck and pretended to be asleep.

Next thing I know my mom is on top of me kissing me all over my face.

" Mama! Stawwwwp!" I whined, pushing her and squirming. My mom is the beautiful Adrienne Dawn Harris-Smith(39). Even though she's getting older she still runs 3 businesses, takes care of a big family and husband, and keeps herself presentable.