A Rose In Harlem

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       The way the phone rang in Chicagos side table it woke him up from what was a good sleep, one of the few times he actually had one. He would've been upset until he realized it was the burner- they only call him if they need him. That being said he picked it up swiftly and then rubbed his eyes and pushed his body up. The blanket fell from the top half of his body and he checked the time smacking his lips together as he went to speak his voice laced with sleep and a tad bit more tired sounding than normal. His eyes glanced over at the clock 2:00 AM

"Yo?"

"Don't yo me. You ready?" Titan's voice was low and he was whispering this time which almsot made Chicago mimic him and whisper back.

"Always" he responded quickly so his body had to move even faster. Holding the phone with his shoulder he looked for some black sweats and a hoodie. He had no idea what he should be ready for but it didn't seem like he had time to ask.

"My boy... I know it's late so it will be quick. Slowly gotta take out these niggas until the boss shows himself" Titan explained brefily.

"Yeah cause the streets are talking"

"Well get your ear out the streets ion pay you to listen to gossip"

"But they fucking up your name"

"They ain't doing sh-

"I'm hearing niggas finna leave- then what? You can't control shit from in jail"

"Don't worry bout what I control worry bout making it back alive. Go to Dime's place got a car waiting" with that Titan hung up. The anger wasn't something he was good at hiding- not that he ever did. He didn't need to and sure didn't now. Chicago only looked at the phone  before shoving it in his pocket.  If that's how he wanted to be, Chicago only kept hearing about how  Titian has been slacking, he's been letting the gang down and he got locked up they don't believe he's gonna get out anytime soon. They just know they need to make money to support themselves.   But Chicago wasn't in charge nor did he went to be so he would do with He was told and let the streets be the streets. He left his real phone at home so it so didn't ping off of telephone towers and like old times got ready to walk.  Walking was only bad if you always had a car, coming from someone who had nothing then to be around people who blow their money it had to be real important for him to want to spend it. He didn't want to get caught coming in late, he felt like lately Bishop clocked him more and more. Not that they had much time to actually hang out but in passing Bishop asked the three main questions, did you eat? where are you going? How did you sleep?  Chicago wouldn't call himself a jealous person, here and there he might've acted out of character that being said he had no idea where him and Bishop stood. 

He felt like he did all that for nothing so he didn't bring it up again, why would he? He wasn't going to open up all these times for no reason and that's what he thought he did. He put himself out there and didn't get much back. But here he was back to what he loved doing. As the wind hit his face he pushed his emotions further and further down. He didn't know what he wa doing, who he was shooting but none the less he was excited. He had a dark hoodie in his book bag but was wearing a brighter colored one. Only so nobody stopped him and questioned him for looking suspicious. His adrenaline pumped through his veins with each block he got closer to Dime's place. She was in her late 20's and one of the only women dealers they had in the gang. She worked her way up fast and usually used the fact she was a beautiful women to get what she wanted, and the customers she wanted. She owned a nail salon, hair salon and barbershop in the same strip and that helped them legitimize some money and bring in more customers. She did what the trap thought Kenya should do. But Titan was good for keeping his kids out of that life. Atleast for now. Dime didn't love that far so when he arrived fast, didn't see anyone nor a car so he had to go around back of the shops and up the back stairs to the apartment.  As soon as he knocked on the door dime swung it open looked him up and down and shook her head.