GANG

Chapter 2

                           Malik POV

I was driving around the blocking making sure my bag boys are doing what they are suppose to. Last night I had a called from my right hand Eli stated that then cop busted one of my abandoned where the crack head be at and arresting 4 of my bag boys. What they didn't know is I funds the police station to the head chief which happened to be my cousin. Nobody needs to know that between me and him. He help me move the brick through out the city. They let goes 4 of the boys since they didn't snitch.

They knew they rules and consequences. If they snitch once they get caught they will have to stay in there and get killed by one of inmate who got life in prison. What else can they do besides doing times. Some will fuck you in the ass without the care in the world for pleasure and will killed you afterward. I pay some to get the job done.

I spotted one of the top boy Tj who they head of the bag boys on the block. I stop and got out.

"Wassup boss, you need something." Tj spoke. He dabbed me up. He the only one I trusted on the street. He been with me since he was 13 and now 18 and work hard on his way up.

"Nah just checking on everything is good out here since some block is hot" I spoke nodded. Everybody know not to fuck with me. I will killed you in front of your family and they won't do shut about it.

"Yea you know me boss. I got everything on lock" TJ stated pointed himself like her proud.

I chuckle at that. "Alright I trusted you out here. Be safe alright. If one of the boy acting up. Punch them in the throat and call me. Ill handle that bet."

He nodded and understood I aint bullshitting. "Bet"

I hop back into my all 2021 candy red Porsche Macan S with all white and brown interior. Moving from Atlanta to California was tough but I made it happen our here 10 years ago. And I work my butt off to get where I am today.

Someone was calling my phone. At was Kash my best friend hitting my lines up.  I hit the green button and grunt because he talk loud sometime. That my homie though.

"BROOOOOOOOO what good." He scream through my bluetooth.

"Damn my nigga the fuck. Why they fuck you gotta be loud bright light" I laugh. As I was pulling up my weed shop where we sell the best weed in town. I hop out and let him rumble whatever he gotta say.

"Bright light. I know you aint talking. You look like you kiss the sun you the brightest one. Sometime you be blinding me of how bright you look. Looking like you looking." He was in the phone roasting my ass. I frown and look at the like who they hell he talking to.

"I know you ain't talking shit about me" I still frowned

I spoke to the employees and keep walking to the back. There was women everywhere in the shop. Lord have mercy. Let me fuck one of them.

"Fix your face. I know you are frowing" He still laughing.

"I'm about to hang up on your ass" I chuckle. You can't help but laugh at his stupid ass sometime.

"I got surprise for you bro" and this nigga hung up. I'm gonna killed him one day

My shop is big it like club, but it's not. I got lounge chair everywhere. I got few VP section. That where you gotta pay the most. People just come and hang out to smoke to get away from reality. Since weed legalize. Nobody can shut down this building. The pay entry is $20 and you gotta be 18 and older to be in here. Even doing the day. We got foods, drink, music blasted through out the day. We open it 1pm to 2 am. My spot be hot and nothing but cool vibe in here.

All you seen and women everywhere looking good, nothing but grey smoke all over the place.

We have menus gf what type of weeds you want and trust me we got all type of stuff on the menus. Nothing but they best.  My spot call Grey Clouds. And legal. This where I hide most of my drug money. I got waitress wearing short of short skirt. If they wear pant they gotta be sexy. Instead of opening the stop club. I want the girls fe comfortable and sexy at the same time. If any man think about touching them I will solve the problem and have the men thrown out. I'm all about keeping my girls straight.

I see my head girl Tiffany. Tiffany is gone bad motherfucker I aint gone front. She make the mostly in here and I put her in the head of all the girls in here since she know what she is doing.

"Yo Tiff" I called out. She looked up from her phone. She smile. I motion my finger telling her to come here. She did as she told. "Hey boss man" she was biting her pink lip.

"Wassup you good boo. Everything straight here." I hug her. "Yea everything is good. I count the money we made so far and it look good and fat since it Friday". She told me.

I pull out 500 and put in her hand. I told her good job and turn around walk away. As I try to turn around to walk and someone bump to me and me cuss me out.

"I know damn well you ain't drop my good weed." Her voice is so cold but yet beautiful