A Rose In Harlem

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    Like clock work Chicago was up at 5 am, he was stopping by most traps to see if they heard anything or if l Tristan would show himself. Nothing. He was debating back and forth if he should just go to where he knew a few of Tristan's people were and start shooting- the only thing about that is not only if it sloppy but it also starts something that nobody is a hundred percent sure if they want to start. So he sat in the car smoking his blunt before getting out of the trap- inside was a few old heads, big Mike including all around a table as big Mike told the story of the other day. As soon as slys face was shown they all looked over and smirked. "I heard you got bitched out" one joked and Chicago kept a straight face. "Big bad fox scared of a mouse" Without any other words Chicago pulled out his gun and shot the man in his leg. Big mike got sent into laughter and shook his head.

"Don't make it be your head next time- how was the streets last night?" He questioned and the men around the table just looked at him with a blank dance- well half of him did the other went to get something to stop the bleeding in the man who just got shot. Chicago looked at them waiting for an answer- he was getting impatient. "Y'all niggas deaf?"

"The streets are quiet- weirdly quiet" Mike finally answered. "Nobody heard or saw of that man- but I got my suspicions for real. I think he's running out of the smallest trap in the Bronx, barely get any money made over there, got bout two randoms cause the other dealers got shot the past couple years; if u was starting something up from nothing I'd start there" he informed and Chicago just raised a eyebrow. Mike was one of Twans best friends, the two grew up together and he's been in the streets since he could remember. He minded his business killed who needed to be killed and picked up drug shipments.

Before Chicago could say anything else he checked the time it was now almost 6 am and he needed to get on the road to see Twans, he told them to get to work and headed out of the building. He still had to go pick up Kenya and he knew she would have a lot to say, she always did. Not to mention yesterday she was giving him looks of they needed to talk. He had enough on his mind before Kenya said bullshit, he wasn't looking forward to whatever she felt like she had to get off her chest. Chicago like usual had no phones on him, just his gun in his glove compartment and one on the side of his car where the cup holder was in the door, he lit the blunt as soon as he got settled into the car and headed towards the other side of town. He didn't know if it was a good thing him and Bishop were on bad terms but atleast he didn't have to worry about if he was trying to reach out to him- he wasn't. Especially after the way he yelled at him the day before.

Bishop waited until the very end of the meeting, he held his composure- he didn't even think about how good Chicago looked when he was walking down the runway, all he thought was what Acadia told him. Chicago is nothing but his boxers and everyone watching him. He smiled in everyone's face and said his goodbyes, Acadia had stayed back to help him out all the outfits in protective covering then agreed to go pick up takeout and meet Bishop at his apartment in an hour. She was doing last minute straightening out then was getting ready to leave. Lincoln had offered Bishop a ride home and he was smart enough not to take it. "It's okay Lincoln I really got the rest, you go study for that test you were talking about" he reassured, walking down the runway to get out from the back came Chicago holding a few sewing stuff for Acadia who walked behind him texting. "I have to watch those two anyway- they get into trouble unsupervised" he joked and Lincoln flashed him a small smile nodding.

"Okay yeah- go home and relax watch a movie and eat some good food" Lincoln suggested. "And most importantly heal"

"I'll try- no promises"

"Don't make me come over there" he teased and walked down towards the door, Lincoln gave Bishop a Quick look back before going out the door. As soon as he was out the door Bishop turned towards Chicago- he walked down the steps of the bleachers his face showing exactly how he was feeling.pissed.