His Protector

Chapter 5

I don't even know why I'm mad or why I'm goin' to the fuckin' kids place. But I am.

I stormed in finding folks ass just see a dark skin nigga, maybe my height or shorter I don't give any fucks. I grabbed his wrist making him let ole boy go. "Young nigga just don't go grabbing on people. Especially people with kids. Dumbass nigga."

The mane scoffed and rubbed on his beard, "Y'all fuckin? Whatchu' protecting him for? You can't protect them from me." He laughed.

Karter had tears comin' out his eyes making my heart ache. I reached into my pocket handing him a stack of cash, "Here bruh. Get whatever y'all was gettin' and go eat assum'." He was about to turn around when the dark skin lady came.

"Who is this slut? Yo sugar daddy? He took sexy to be trying to fuck with a faggot like you," she said laughing reaching at him.

Zo pushed her hands back, "Yo bitch you need to chill. You makin' a scene." She let out an irritated huff stomping her foot.

"He don't deserve that money! He don't deserve shit! He's a useless little faggot bitch. Who just takes up space and don't do shit for hisself and cry like a hoe! This who y'all defending? He sucking y'all dick for this assum' shit?" She laughed. Every word she said filled my heart with anger. Yo who the fuck shorty think she is?

Flashbacks 6 years ago (Still Chino's POV)

"Yo bitch ass cheating on my mama!" Dre yelled leaning to the side playing Mario Kart with Lonzo. Zo slapped his ass in the mouth, "Shut yo behind up! This not yo' house stop all that cussin' foo."

From the floor Dre looked up at me with a face of saying 'my fault' I waved him off continuing to roll my blunt. We had just got out of school maybe 45 minutes to an hour ago and were chillin' at my crib playin Nia Nintendo.

We had to make this run for Bando in an atleast an hour from now. Bando the nigga that run the drug route on our street, 3rd street. He was fuckin' with the cartel nem so he had all types of shit. Weed, pills, crack, everything that can get you high, he had.

We meet him at an after party during basketball season tryna get high on some wanna be grown type shit. He was sellin' to us at one point 'til he need mo' young clientele. So we started selling fa him.

I puffed the blunt a few times before passing it too Dee who was sitting next to me, "Yo, it's time to roll. Turn my sista shit off and get off y'all asses or y'all ain't gettin' no bread."

I grabbed the keys to my 2017 Hyundai Elantra and walked out the door, everybody else following after me. "We gotta pick up Nia from cheer practice afterwards. Don't tell ha shit we been doin'."

Dre grabbed the aux and started playin' some Double 007 causing me to turn the radio up and speed off 3rd street.

We pulled up to the trap seein' atleast 10 cars goin' up the street. I turned the car off leavin' everybody else. "What's goin' on Cbaby?" Some random nigga tried to dap me up makin' me walk in the opposite direction.

Niggas too friendly, not yo' friend just here for business. I knocked on the last door at the end of the hallway and waited til Bando opened it.

Well that's what I was expecting but a buff ass German lookin' nigga with tattoos everywhere opened the door with no shirt on. He looked me up and down before opening the door all the way. Bando was sitting at a desk like table with no shirt on either.

I cleared my throat staring at dude, his ass barely older than me by 2 years and running a whole street. He smiled showing his grills, "Wassam foo'."

I nodded in acknowledgement not really finna talk to this nigga. He nodded, "Not talkin' fa shit sho'. This my patna Elias. He the one gettin' me access to the bricks and shit."