A'ja Wilson, the WNBA's newest G.O.A.T.
Y/N Miller, a once thug whose escape from the streets was basketball.
The NBA's newest expansion team just so happens to be Las Vegas. Which is where Y/N finds herself. It's also the home of the team Aja pla...
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Y/N's P.O.V
I stepped foot off the jet in Miami. I was here for one and one reason only. After A'ja told me about what happened, I made a call to TJ.
TJ and I grew up in the same hood, before Ja that was my ride or die. His mom and him had ended up moving away when my little brother died. They sent their condolences but she didn't want that same outcome for her son.
I don't blame her. TJ or me could've been next. It was a lot of crazy shit going on at the time. I woulda got from round a lot sooner if I had the chance.
"So run down the reason we here again." TJ said, as we got inside the truck.
We'd only be here for a few hours. The jet would stay where it is, being ready to take us back home. Business would get handled and that's that.
"Important business. Shit we used to do back then." I say.
"Why you talking in codes? Just say we gotta fuck a nigga up. Now what the fuck did this nigga do?" He responds.
I ain't wanna tell him all that. It's not business that should be out there but he should know. At least get an understanding of why we about to do this.
"You still with Mariah?" I ask.
"Yeah. Why?" TJ asked.
"Let's say he touched Mariah the wrong way." I answer.
"Like raped her?" He questions.
I nodded, making him look out the window. "That's some sick ass shit. You been in the news with three different woman lately tho. Which one that nigga touched?"
"I can't answer that but it is one of them. Now the nigga, he play for the Heat. Bam." I reply, telling the target.
"Well that just gave away which woman he touched. But you know you secret safe with me. I ain't telling shit. We had each other's back since we learned to walk. So let's go fuck this nigga up." TJ said, making me dap him up.
Getting Bam's address was nothing. That shit is public information, if you know where to look. We parked down the street, in front of a house that was for sale.
It was night time which made it better for us. I had on all black everything. I put my hoodie on my head, black gloves on my hands. I grabbed the Glock, getting out of the truck.
We carefully made our way to the back of Bam's crib. We're sure this nigga has security cameras, that's why TJ has spray paint. Spray any camera we come across.
