Diamonds in the Rough: VOL. I

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Unlike most of the niggas around him, Landyn grew up in a two parent home. His father never raised a fist to his mother, he loved her gently. Never had a sideline. Kept her laced in whatever she wanted rubies, pearls, diamonds. If Alicia blinked at a bag twice, Ronald was buying it.

Ron had been that nigga. Females threw their self at him. But he believed in karma more than God. Ron didn't put nothing out in the universe he wasn't ready to pay back or stand on ten about. Landyn didn't always agree with his father's logic. But when it came down to his father doing time, he kept his mouth shut.

Sticking to the code of honor in the streets. Landyn admired everything about Ron. That's why he couldn't worry about Monica's comment about another woman. There wasn't one. Just her. Moving around for him was taking care of business until she was ready to talk about the situation at hand.

She could try to push him away as much as she wanted. But that wouldn't steer him in another woman's direction. He believed in fighting for what he wanted. There would never be a time he sugarcoated anything unless it came to Dallas. But even that was starting to rub him the wrong way.

Landyn also didn't believe in forcing a woman to do nothing. So if she was done fighting, and taking his access to Dallas away. Things between them was going to have to change. Landyn was trying to hold on to the love he had for his woman without it crushing him. But that was becoming difficult.

"Boss." Carlos spoke and he looked over to him coming back to reality. "Nigga where your head at?" He frowned. "This shit is coming in hot. We gotta move."

"I don't never half step. Shut up." Landyn waved his old time friend off. Once their fathers were picked up together the two young men found themselves living together. Their mothers did a lot to make a dollar stretch for them. It was only right for them to take care of them now as men. Even with his father home now, Landyn wouldn't allow him to step back into the streets.

Truthfully he had no way of stopping him. But his father respected his hustle. Ronald also admired the son he had created. So their bond was just as tight as when he went in. Landyn thought about calling him but that would have to wait. In everyone's eyes Landyn Richardson was a contractor and construction worker.

But in the streets he was Boss. A nickname he gained from his dad as a kid. Landyn knew how to keep his personal life out of the streets. Crossing his t's and dotting his i's was something his father wouldn't ever stop. Landyn's run was coming around the same point where his father had gotten caught up.

But Landyn had a handle on the streets as if she was his bitch. Every nigga around him was solid by default. They had never been spoon fed. When they hopped off the porch it was for real bread. Not tennis shoe money. Landyn had hand picked his crew and til this day they had shown him more loyalty than their family at times.

He and Carlos stood on a dock tucked behind a container. Their eyes shifted back and forth waiting for a shipment to be dropped off. A loud horn sounded giving them the cue to come collect their shit. Landyn was the first to move. Carlos right behind him with his AR carefully tucked into both hands.

Men depended on this shipment like the last to continue the routes of a Rico case that would break the internet if they ever were caught. Two police officers stood outside of Landyn's shipment holding AR's themselves. The doors were popped open and Landyn stepped inside grabbing out the first box. A van pulled to the end of the container.

He jumped down while the back doors were opened for him. "This nigga never miss." A chubby Marcus spoke as he looked over the package in Landyn's hand like it was candy. It was no secret to anyone that Marc was using his supply. He was a functioning addict. Something that Landyn had a close eye on. But Marc's addiction never fucked with his payments. There were no excuses on why he was short because he never was.