When It Works

My Decision (Prologue)

"So you enjoy hitting women!" Zac said as he stood in the doorway of his sisters abuser. He approached him slowly scanning the room from wall to wall. There he sat all high and mighty like he couldn't be touched because he was in the room with four of his best shooters. Little did he know Zac hadn't come alone. "I said do you enjoy hitting women" Zac repeated. "Lil nigga what's it to you? I take care of y'all! So what if I do?" Bricks shrugged nonchalantly. As Zac was practically standing on his feet.

Before he knew it Zac had his left hand around his neck and his right pulling his 9mm from his waistband. Out of his peripheral he could see Bricks' two men approaching, simultaneously Zac lifts Bricks to his feet with his grip getting tighter. Without thinking Zac aims at one of the goons and let's off a round. As his body drops Zac's best friend and cousin walks in filling the room with gunfire. A sinister silence filled the room once the smoke cleared while Zac and Bricks have a stare off. He loosens his grip and Bricks gasps for air. "You better kill me now lil nigga cuz ain't no comin back from this shit" Bricks stated while catching his breath. "Kill you for what? I just proved to the hood and everybody that fears you, you ain't shit but a bitch that get off on hitting women!" Zac scoffed and spit on Bricks. 

Zac and his niggas finish the job by beating Bricks unconscious and robbing him for his jewelry and money. Bricks had his hand in a little of everything. If you wanted it he could get it. Him dated Zac's older sister worked out for him. Bricks plugged him and got shit moving for him. Zac never wanted to work for him so once he paid off his front he strictly became his supplier. Onc Zac found out he was beating his sister he didn't care how much he needed him for business that shit was personal. Although Zac and his sister weren't close she was still his family. Their mother never taught them how to be one so they were trying to figure that out on their own. With about six hundred thousand in cash and over a million in jewelry and cocaine Bricks gathers enough strength and says in a low tone.

"I'll see you soon lil Zac" letting out a sick and painful laugh

"And I'll be ready shitty Bricks" with a smile 

The three of them go separate ways and agree to meet back at one of there spots at 9 o'clock. They divide the stolen merch so no one person gets caught and get hit with major charges. They had a pact "NEVER SNITCH, NEVER RAT, MOSTLY IMPORTANTLY NEVER CRACK" .  

It's now 8 and Zac's phone is ringing non stop he doesn't answer it's a number of different people calling and texting asking had heard about Bricks. Some of them wondering if business would resume as usual. Zac isn't worried because he has more than enough product and money to keep business boomin. He takes his shower and changes his clothes. He grabs his bag he got from the hit today and leave out. 

"We shoulda offed that nigga today he gon be a problem" Troy stated kind of worried 

"We good dawg we gained the respect of the land today relax a lil bro, we own this side of Brooklyn now." Von said gleaming.

"What if this nigga get on some Vin Diesel shit and come for our families or sumn B?" 

"Troy stfu with all this bitchin nigga u in the game and u scared.?" Vin asked confused

"He can be scared but he bet not ever snitch rat or CRACK!" Zac said coming in the door grabbing Troy by the head and rubbing

"I ain't gon fold that ain't how I get down I'm just sayin"

"WHAT YOU SAYIN NIG...Stfu and take some of that hostility out yo voice talkin to my lil cousin nigga he said he ain't gon fold I got him u wildin son." Zac said staring at Von without blinkin. Zac didn't play about nobody he loved and he hated confrontation so he deaded shit before it escalated. "My bad Troy we all we got and I wanna make sure we all on the same page" "Nigga we on the same page I good right Troy." Zac questioned "yea I'm good cuz we good Von don't question my loyalty again bro"

They divide the coke getting it ready for the blocks. With Bricks out the way the other blocks that depended on him for product now laid in Zac's hands. He didn't want to let that be known so he hired a frontman. He never really cared about being in the spotlight so someone else being the face of his operation didn't bother him. After getting all the product to the streets and the rest in the stash house, they begin to split the money Zac wasn't a flashy nigga so he didn't care with they did with the jewelry.  It's gettin late and they all are ready to get some rest.

"Brooklyn is mine baby!" Zac said while layin in bed excitedly

Little does he know his stint as King would be short lived..