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CHAPTER THREE ⤱ THE DITCH
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Omari's eyes blaze with anger as he confronts Mekhi, his tone laced with frustration. "You serious right now, bro? Malik's punk ass tried to stick you, and you ain't say shit? I had to find out through Uncle Lou."
Mekhi's expression hardens, his voice low and gritty. "I had it under control, Omari. Ain't need no backup from you."
Omari scoffs, his disbelief evident in his tone. "Control? You call almost getting shanked control?"
Mekhi steps forward, his demeanor unyielding. "I ain't about to let some punk ass nigga like Malik punk me out. I handle my own shit."
Omari squares up, his voice cutting through the tension. "Handle it? You think this is some playground shit? Malik tryna get us out of here, Mekhi. Real shit."
Mekhi's jaw tightens, his resolve unwavering. "I ain't scared of nobody, Omari. I'll handle them just like I handle anyone else."
Omari's gaze hardens, the weight of their disagreement hanging heavy in the air. "Handle them how, Mekhi? By getting yourself killed?"
Mekhi's response is swift and defiant. "I ain't planning on dying anytime soon, bro. You know me, always two steps ahead of these pussies."
Their exchange brims with the raw intensity of their street-hardened personas, each word laden with the unspoken code of the streets.
Omari's fists clench at his sides, his frustration palpable as he continues. "Two steps ahead? You kidding me, Mekhi? You were lucky this time, but you ain't invincible. What if I hadn't shown up?"
Mekhi's stance remains firm, his voice tinged with defiance. "Man, you know how it is. I ain't need nobody's help, especially not yours."
Omari's eyes narrow, his tone sharp. "Handled it? You're lucky I got your back, Mekhi. Otherwise, you'd be six feet under."
Their heated exchange is momentarily interrupted by Mekhi's question about Omari's whereabouts earlier.
Mekhi's gaze sharpens as he confronts his brother. "Where the fuck were you, Omari? When I was about to get shanked, where were you?"
Omari's features tighten at the question, his jaw clenching with tension. "I had shit to handle, Mekhi. None of your damn business."
