From Condos to the Streets

15.

3 weeks later.

My wounds have healed and I finally managed to go back to Trinity and I's apartment. Ever since that accident I had she had been gon away on 'business' trips. which I admit is weird because I thought we couldn't go anywhere without HC having eyes on us.

Anyways, ever since my ribs broke I haven't been the same stripping. It was like the person who broke my ribs knew exactly where to kick so that I wouldn't do my job right anymore. I've been out job hunting but either you need experience or you don't get anywhere.

I've thought about the conversation me and Brandon had back at his fancy house. He told me he used to trap back at some store where me and Trinity used to live at. So I decided to check out that store and get into some business.

I walked down 79th street in search of that corner store he mentioned. In the distance I saw a group of guys huddled in a circle. I had been here long enough to know that those where the right people to get business from.

"Wadup" I greeted as I came up to the group. They looked at me weird and some of them even reached behind their backs for their guns. "watch it bro, I ain't with the Feds I just want to talk business" I raised my hands up and unbuttoned my coat to show them I wasn't wired and that I had no guns.

"What you want?" A dark skinned guy with a clean cut approached me. He looked like the old head of the group. "I just want to talk business" He glared at me, "how you know we carry business?"

"I'm not dumb I been in Chicago for a while I know business when I see it" I said sounding so sure of what I was saying I was even convincing myself. "why you wanna make biness with us? For all you know we could finess you"

"First, I'm not stupid. Second, I got some shit to pay" I made it quick so that they could see I was about real business. The guy nodded his head, "So you wanna make moves?" He said. "Yea i can getchu more people than what you have now. I guarantee you" I folded my arms and stood tall.

He nodded seeming interested in my offer, "aight come with us we'll show you how you can start" He turned back around and started walking towards a tinted black suburban truck. We hopped onto the truck and drove for about 20 minutes out the city. I looked out the window and saw a huge abandoned warehouse in the middle of the woods.

It was dark but I could still see cars parked outside and around the warehouse. We got out the truck and I followed the guys inside. What my eyes saw was shocking. There were more than a dozen guys packing and breaking down drugs from Xanax all the way to weed. It was like a candy shop for someone who loved to take all that shit. They had measuring scales and big cardboard boxes filled with pills and other kinds of drugs. The next section had other guys counting money with the money counting machines on tables. Right next to those tables were bags of money already tied together with rubber bands. This ladies and gentlemen was real money.

We walked all the way to the back and entered through a brown door. Inside the room there was a desk filled with stacks of paper. There were two bodyguards guarding the room as well. oh and did I mention there was bodyguards all over the place both inside and out. Anyways the guy I talked with earlier sat down on the chair behind the desk and searched a drawer for some papers. He placed the papers on top of his desk and said, "sign this if your ready to become apart of our empire" he wiggled a pen in front of me.

"Before I sign this, what typa work we talking about?" I said actually interested in becoming apart of this group. "well." he cleared his throat, "when someone doesn't pay us what we give them we put out a hit for them. Per say someone owes you money, it's yo responsibility to get that money if he don't budge then you'll get rid of em" he said sitting back on his chair and putting his hands behind his head like talking about killing someone was just a daily thing.

I thought about it for a couple seconds, "this couldn't get any worse plus I've already seen one person being killed I could take so more" I smirked and grabbed the pen. I sighed my fake name and pushed the papers back to him.

"Welcome to NLMB" he said with a evil smirk. I nodded my head mimicking his smirk also. "and by the way my peoples call me Credo" he said extending his hand out to me. "Skye" I repeated. "When's my first job" I said. "in a couple days just wait for my call" he said putting away the papers, "and three of my guys will be at your disposal if things get complicated" he rubbed his hands together then took something out his drawer, "take this you'll need it or how else are you gon do ya job" He handed me a black glock 40.

I took the gun into my hands and felt the cold metal against my finger tips. It felt some what good. I pointed the gun at the empty shelf Credo had in the corner of the room. "Seems like you know how to use a gun already" he stood up and rubbed his beard. i shrugged, "I've learned a thing or two from living in Chicago these past months.

Truth was Joe the big bodyguard took me out for gun shooting lesson in case some bum ass bitch or dude from the strip club tried to touch me. That day I got jumped Joe had a small hand gun for me to carry in my bag just in case. But he never gave it to me because since that happened I haven't been by the strip club and I didnt plan on going any time soon.

I came to the conclusion right after I signed those papers that I was protected by this group so there was no need to pay HC shit unless of course he would send someone of his goons but I had a hit out on him of my own and I was planning my cold revenge. And that goes for that dirty blonde bitch who kicked me on my ribs when I was down too.

-Skye is starting to become a real Chicago savage don't you think?
-She signed with Credo and now she's gonna become a drug dealer too.
-Do you think she's strong enough to kill someone?

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Thanks, K.