if you see these men, RUN. || (DAVE EAST) (CHRIS BROWN)

Chapter 93

Q Grey
Blowin Pri's back out in the crib fa the first time felt crazy. It was a whole new experience. Sum bout me having my own place while drillin my shawty made me nut a lot harda, ion know. Made me feel grown. And lightin a blunt afta was really the end of a good night.

We was showered, in my kitchen, and she was chillin in a pair a my boxers and a white tee with no bra. Shit was a vibe.

"Aight nah. What you gone wanna do is mix the baking soda with the powda. But you gone wanna hold ya nostrils. The smell powerful as fuck." I said, holding the blunt in between my lips and guiding Pri's hands as she poured the baking soda into the bowl.

"Okay. Like this?" She questioned looking up at me.

She was really tryin ta learn. I had a real bad influence on ha. I was out here teachin this suburban rich black girl how to make crack on the stove. Shit was crazy. But one thing bout them, they loved the hood niggas and not too many of us loved them back. I was one a the only ones.

"Yeah you doin it right." I smirked, standing back and letting ha do it on ha own.

"Okay. Now what?" She questioned.

"You mix it in with the wata and we boil it. I already got the pot to the temp it gotta be at. All you gotta do is get the measurements right."

"Okay." She nodded.

I watched ha as she perfected my craft. Shit I been doin since I was a youngin. She was a fast learna.

"Aht, aht. Be careful. Don't do too much wata. You could get it burnt like that and ya whole shit'd be ruined." I warned.

"Oh! Oh okay." She nodded, trying not to mess up.

"You good, you good." I chuckled.

"Okay. Now what?"

"We let it cook. And while we do that, we gone put one table spoon into the ziplock bags and pack it into the suitcases. Just be careful and make sure to get every speck. The measurements gotta be precise."

"This is fun!" Capri bubbled, skipping over to the suitcases and opening all 3 of them up.

"I know it is. You my luh trap queen."

"That's so crazy. I went from a NFL wife to a trap queen in a matter of months."

"Which one you like betta?"

"Trap queen." She smirked, taking the plastic bags from the island counter top and a spoon.

"Yeah you already know." I chuckled, taking a pull from the blunt then handing it to her.

She held it in her mouth, focusing on distributing the coke evenly. Real focused while puffin on that blunt. I swear to God no one could do it like ha. She was the shit. That was wifey right there. My twin. My soulmate. I loved ha with my whole heart fasho.

Turned ha into a hood bitch real fast. Ion think she expected ha life to go this route but here she was. Helping me make and sell crack. Found my fa eva chick.

"10 bags go into each suitcase. Then 3 of the cooked bags go into each as well." I told her.

"I know." She replied.

"I kNoW." I mocked, keeping an eye on the stove. "Look at you. All hood and shit."

"You made me this way." She laughed.

"I definitely did. Yeen wrong bout it."

After some time passed, Capri got the shit cooked and got each luh baggie into the suitcases. Including the cooked crack. She made it perfectly and did a good job fa ha first time. I was prada ha. She lined all the suitcases against the wall in the living room then cleaned up afta ha self.