Symere, a young girl recruited as a holder at just 11 years old, uses her innocent appearance to outsmart everyone in the dangerous world of drugs and guns. When the talented Artist enters the fray, he becomes both a rival and a potential love inter...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
In the dimly lit bedroom, two figures sat huddled together, their eyes fixed intently on the flickering images on the television screen. Symere and Artist had been eagerly awaiting the news that would finally confirm the demise of their notorious rival, Gucci.
As the anchor's voice boomed through the speakers, "Gucci Carter's remains has been found inside of his now burned down club. Sources say that a fight broke out and bullets began flying."
Symere and Artist exchanged triumphant smirks. They had been waiting for this moment for months, a chance to avenge the countless insults and threats that Gucci had hurled their way.
"What yall watching?" Mizzy laid across the bottom of her bed.
"The news. Apparently Gucci died early this morning."
"Oh." He chuckled.
Symere and Artist exchanged confused looks. Symere had definitely caught that and now her mind started to race.
"Wait a fucking minute." Artist sat up. "Don't tell me you had something to do with that shit."
"I plead the fifth." He smirked.
A wave of shock and disbelief washed over Symere and Artist. They had no idea that Mizani, whom they had always considered harmless was the mastermind behind Gucci's death.
"Mizani!"
"You said don't tell you." He shrugged. "Besides, I'm not the only one pulling up on muthafuckas." He eyed Symere.
"The fuck he looking at you for?"
"Snitch." Symere muttered. "Let's just say Morgan won't be a problem in your life anymore."
"What?! You killed her too?"
"Little miss bad ass pulled up on her and set the record straight."
"You told me you was going to target." Artist frowned. "Why you go meet up with that looney ass bitch?"
"We were taking entirely too long to make a move on them. So I went and told her wassup and she tried to convince me that you switched sides."
"I was gathering information from her, mama." He sighed.
"You gathered enough. She won't be a problem, at least for right now. I pretty much know her every move."
Symere and Mizzy high fived each other as Artist stared at them. He knew Sy had some fire in her but pulling up on bitches? He never would've thought.
"Speaking of this morning, Artist, why was you in her room?"
"I'm Grown." He rolled his eyes.
"You grown but y'all sneaking around trying not to get caught by Chosen." He chuckled.
