ERIN
It was 20:15 when we left The Hutt. Me and the whole Crew went out for buying candies. Pockets full of bills. We were on the way to join a couple of niggas in the old street, centre of London.
Malcolm met two of them once. He told me stories about them. Stories that have scared the fuck out of me, as some of them are back from jail, and some murderers. They must be around 20 niggas buying drug and selling it in turn. It's like a gang out there.
We arrived on time, at 20:45, at the corner of the old street, as planned. The niggas arrived ten minutes after, little by little. They were firstly two, then five, then eleven to appear from the dark side of the street.
I don't know what to think about this situation, but I know I have to hide my fear to survive them.
- What's up, my friend, the first one says, while shaking Malcolm hand.
He tapped him on the shoulder in a friendly but curt manner.
- Jess, how you doin' brother ? Malcolm says while smiling.
But I can see in his eyes he's not 100% peaceful.
We once had troubles with some guys with whom we were buying and selling codeine. I ended up with two broken ribs and a black eye. Malcolm as well.
- I see you didn't come alone, the guy - Jess - noticed with a once of judgement.
- I always move with my crew, brother, you know me.
Malcolm was acting like Jess was his friend. But he was clearly the opposite.
Jess started to look at us, behind Malcolm, and blocked his eyes on Aliya.
- Is that your girl ? Jess asked to Malcolm. She looks fine.
- No, that one answered. She's family.
Aliya smiled at him. Jess stretched his lips as well, revealing rotten teeth, some missing, some gold. That smile was disgusting.
- She'd look fine too in my family, he declared with a perverse laugh.
- No thanks, Aliya retorted, a comment that couldn't keep me from laughing.
Jess became serious fast. He sold us our candies after having negotiated. But we can't negotiate with these niggas.
- I'll come back for the girl, he said after leaving, talking about Aliya.
Malcolm then came to reassure her, saying he won't let them touch her.
But he can't make any promises when it comes to these niggas. They're unpredictable.
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Tears Of London
RomansaHe is problems. She is too. They are like tears, falling in the nonchalant streets of London. Where will this fall take them ?