A Thug's Mentality (LT Fanfic)

Chapter 1

I was lounging around in the living room of my secret loft penthouse apartment just daydreaming. It was around midnite and I was supposed to be waiting on Treyvon to let me know that the dope drop went down successfully.

We do these drops often, so I really wasn't worried that much. It's just that the cops have been getting in the way a lot recently. And word on the street is that they have a new person in charge or whatever and he's determined to knock the Ace Lords down, which will never happen. Whomever was in charge last time they knew not to interfere with us, since they have lost many officers because of that. That's what happens...

But right now I could care less if Treyvon called or not. He tried to put his hands on me the last night, because I wouldn't listen to him. It took Damon and a few other guys to keep me from killing him that night. I was so sure that I was gonna slit his throat in his sleep. So Damon has been keeping a close watch on me ever since.

Nobody knows about my secret apartment. I don't want anyone to know where I live; mainly Treyvon. He doesn't need to know. I still have a few clothes and etc at the trap house to make it seem like I stay over there. But I mainly stay at my apartment. The only person that knows about it is Damon.

He is the only person I fully trust with all my heart. If I had never bumped into him that day when he was selling bricks on the corner in front of the liquor store. I don't think I would've made it this far in life. He's like the brother I never had, and continues to treat me as his little sister.

I was knocked out of my thoughts by Damon barging in sitting down next to me.

"So how did it go?" I asked crossing my arms

He just shrugged his shoulders "Like always. Uhh... Trey asked me where you were."

"And you said....?"

"I ain't tell him. I just said 'Ion know nigga'. Then he said 'She need to stop actin like she don't want me' or some shit." He said shaking his head

I just scoffed at what he said. "This nigga den lost his damn mind." I mumbled

He always tries to push me around like I'm one of his little hoes; that ain't happening. I'm not a fucking push over, and I am not scared to put a nigga in his place.

Ever since Victor died 3 years ago, Treyvon has changed. A lot. He's always seeking for fear. It's like he wants everyone to fear him and be his little bitch or what not. When really he's the real bitch out of us all. Everyone can tell that he's gone somewhat crazy.

I question myself many times

Why is he the head gangster instead of me?

"Aye...you alright?" He said looking at me confused but with concern laced in his voice

I took a deep breathe as I stood up. "Yea" I said walking over to the kitchen.

"Come on Simone. I've known you for almost 10 years. What's up." He said hopping up on the countertop next to me.

I just side eyed him as I sipped on a bottle of beer. He knew exactly why I was ignoring his question because he knew the answer to it.

"Look, y'all are just beefing a little bit right now. Everything will simmer down soon."

"Please tell me when that's gonna happen, because you know I'm not the type to let shit like that slide past me." I said as I rolled my eyes gulping down the rest of my drink and tossing the glass bottle into the recycling bin.