𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
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❝To let you get away is crazy.❞
Devyn is a young woman who is pursuing a career in education while keeping her wealth a secret. After leaving work one day, she accidenta...
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OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA NOVEMBER 21ST, 1995 𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓
"Man, this shit is for the birds," Stephen complains. "Got us hot here doing this shit like we didn't just make bank earlier in the month."
Malik rolls his eyes at Stephen's complaints even though he's right. They shouldn't be doing things they did when they first started, but since David claimed, "Money is money." Here they are on the corner selling dope.
"Yo Stephen, Malik!" someone calls out. They both turn their heads and notice their friend, Roman, standing on the side of an abandoned building. They both jog over to go say hey.
Malik and Stephen dap them up. "Whas' good wit' you?" Roman says.
Malik shrugs, saying, "Nothin' much. What bout you? Streets been talking?"
"Hell yeah," Roman replies. "Word on the streets is that something big is about to go down. I keep hearing it from friends of friends, you know?"
Stephen and Malik exchange look before Stephen asks, "Big like that?"
Roman shrugs, taking a swig from his Colt 45. His eyes fixated on Malik and laugh, confusing the duo. "But I know Andre been saying some wild shit about both of y'all. Especially bout you Malik."
Malik's frustration begins to bubble up, but he maintains his composure, crossing his arms and allowing the friend to continue. "He's saying y'all together... like, TOGETHER together. That's why y'all always around each other," he explains, laughing uncontrollably.
Malik's face tightens with anger as he clenches his fists. Stephen shoots him a concerned glance but remains silent. Malik takes a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure.
"What else he say?" Stephen asks, stepping up to him.
"I don't know if you got a kid or not," he says, referring to Malik, "but he saying she retarded or some shit."
There's one thing to talk about Malik, but to talk about Vanessa is another conversation. He doesn't even understand how Andre even knows about Vanessa and he is going to find out. "Yo, where the fuck he at right now?" Malik fumes, getting in his face. Roman backs up, getting scared, but tries to conceal it.
"Bro, why you getting so–"
Suddenly, Malik grabs him and shoves him against the wall, screaming, "Where the fuck he at?!"
"You better tell him where he at," Stephen chimes in, watching it all go down.
"He usually hangs out at the bar on 140th," Roman frantically reveals. Malik lets him go and rushes to his car with Stephen running behind him.
"What we gone do, kill him?" Stephen asks, hoping in the passenger seat.
"Damn near."
Malik's hands grip the steering wheel tightly as he starts up the car, his mind racing with a mix of anger and determination. The engine roars to life, and without a moment's hesitation, he pushes his foot down on the gas pedal, causing the car to surge forward with a burst of speed. "Damn, nigga slow down!" exclaims Stephen, "I like my life!" He instinctively reaches for the handle above the window, trying to steady himself.
