How's it Goin Down?

Prologue

Rahkeem P.O.V

I woke up this morning, and first thing on my agenda was to check up on my shop. I was once a lil street nigga, selling dope to get by in the world. My mom was a single mother raising me, and my brother. My father left us when I was 10 years old. One day he said he was heading to work, but never returned. Man fuck that weak ass nigga! Even though me and my big brother Jakari who's 3 years older than me sold drugs we did it to put food in our stomach, and keep a roof over our heads. Of course our mama didn't want us out on the streets doing that type of shit, but she understood.

Selling wasn't what I was going to do my whole life, nah I wanted to be my own fucking boss! I saved my money, and I got out the game, and I now own a successful barbershop at the age of 21. Jakari left that shit alone too, and he owns the hottest night club in Miami called Studio 305. We good, and living good.

I got out my bed and headed to the bathroom. I live in this condo on the beach, it's real nice 3 bedrooms, 2 baths. I brushed my teeth, then took a 20 minute shower. I walked in my room with a towel wrapped around my waist. I put on a pair of Ralph Lauren boxers, and headed to my walk in closet. I decided to rock some camo pants, a black shirt, and I put on my timbs. To top it off I put on my Gold chain, and Gold rolex. I looked myself over in the mirror. I stand at 6'1. I'm dark brown, with dark brown eyes, and ome facial hair, and I was tatted. I'm very handsome, if I do say so.

I scooped my keys up off the glass table in the living room and headed to my grey Benz. I drove through the streets of Miami enjoying the view, and bumping Fetty Wap - 679. About 45 minutes later I arrived to my shop. I walked in and all eyes on me. Here we go, I rolled my eyes.

"Well well well, if it ain't the head lil nigga in charge!" Pete yelled out. He was like a father figure to me, and my brother. He's 51 years old, but could pass for 40 something. Nigga looked like Keith Sweat to me, and he was our moms lil boyfriend, but they try to convince us otherwise. Everybody bust out laughing.

"Ha ha! Very funny Pete, but what up everybody!" I went around the shop clapping everybody up.

"Shit nothing we watchin' this LFL. Them females rough and fine bruh!" Ant said. He's 19 years old he's a barber in my shop, and in college getting his business degree. I always gave jobs to young men in the hood. I know what it's like to struggle, and I try to help them have achieve a better life instead of looking for it on the streets like me and Zakari.

"What's a LFL?" I asked, I ain't never heard that.

"Lingerie Football League. Its where women play football in bra and panties." Jayden answered with this dumbass grin plastered on his face. Jay is this goofy ass nigga he 16, and I hired him and his silly ass twin Kayden to sweep floors, and keep the place up.

"Mhmmm fine girls playin' rough with each other." Kayden added on with the same grin his brother had. I swear I couldn't stand the twins some times.

"Shit that be on tv nowadays." I shook my head laughing taking a seat, and focusing on the screen. Damn, they wasn't lying them females is fine!

While every nigga in the shop eyes we're glued to the tv, the shop bell ding indicating somebody entered. I peeled my eyes away from the screen to see who walked in, and I Damn near saw a ghost.

"Anya?" I asked in disbelief.

"Rah." She smiled wide. I looked, and saw she was holding a little boy hand who looked about 5 years old. She walked closer to me, and just stood there. "You just gonna stare? Give me a hug!" She gave me a hug with her free arm, and I hugged her back. All the memories coming back me.

June 2007

"Goddamn it's so fuckin' hot!" Donte said wiping Sweat off his face.