Innocent (Urban) (SAMPLE)

*☽ 1.| Three Brothers

2 years prior...

|Adonis Savage|

I shifted impatiently in my seat gripping the 9 mm on my lap. Sitting in one spot for too long always aggravated me so I don't understand why Zaire and Eli would wanna take me on their fucking stakeout.

Letting out a sigh I stared out the window taking in the rundown neighborhood, underneath the dim streetlights. The houses were so run down, I could only wonder how some people actually lived in these conditions.

AC units hanging in windows, boarded up windows and doors, broken down cars, the list goes on. I won't even get on the subject of the crack heads that's roaming around here, lurking while looking like they could just fall out and die at any given moment.

"Zaire, you sure they getting they shit tonight?" I asked finally running out of patience. Glancing over at the rundown house, noticing there hadn't been much movement.

Zaire sucked his teeth while watching the house intently. Although he was the oldest out of the three of us twenty-four to be exact, Zaire made some of the dumbest decisions ever. For example, he should've staked this trap out better so we could get in and get out.

"Why you acting so antsy back there? The money ain't going nowhere, it's coming." Eli said blowing smoke clouds throughout the car.

"Can y'all niggas shut the fuck up?!" Zaire hissed in aggravation. His beady eyes darted between me and Eli, and his nose twitched showing how pissed he was.

I let out a sigh and pulled my lips to the side staring at him through the rearview mirror. Rubbing the gun on my jeans I took in its sleek blackness.

"All I'm fucking saying is we been sitting outside this bitch for two hours, and ain't shit popped off. If y'all would've did some careful fucking planning we could've ran in and out by now, a nigga got class tomorrow." I reminded the two of them.

Zaire glanced at me through the rearview mirror, his jaw clenched tightly while his eyes were squinted. The right side of his temple throbbed like it did whenever he got mad about something, but I wasn't fazed at all.

"I don' told you that school shit ain't gon' get you far, they ain't teaching yo ass how to survive in the real world," Zaire spoke in a slow, menacing tone.

I stared at him clenching my jaw, as my grip on the gun tightened. I felt the urge to hit Zaire cross the head, maybe it would knock some sense into his dumb ass.

My brothers dropped out of school, Zaire his senior year and Eli his junior year. They were smart as hell, well Eli was but they just happened to fall in love with the hustle because the money was fast.

I stuck with school, I graduated and planned on going to college to be a Photographer since that was something I was passionate about but I was also looking into being an architect. Other than Photography, knowledge gave me a high but I just managed to find myself mixed up in the streets with my brothers.

"Leave him alone Zai, somebody gotta get an education round this bitch. Man Man was the third person in our family to graduate and he the fifth to go to college." Eli said calling us by our nicknames while putting out his blunt.

Zaire waved him off and shifted in his seat. He shrugged as if he didn't care before he opened his mouth making another dumb ass remark.

"All I'm saying is the shit ain't gonna teach him how to survive out here. A nigga walk up and put a gun in his face, what the fuck he gon' do? Toss his math book at him? Fuck out of here man, he better get his ass out here and dedicate his self to this brotherly hustle." Zaire said with a scowl.