No Love Allowed.

The game

Rakim's P.O.V

"Rocky, my man, was goood yo?" Ferg yelled as he walked swiftly over to me, laughing as we both fist bumped and hit shoulders. Darold, also known by the streets as Ferg was my my main homie, we'd grown up together and the bond was tight as hell. "Nothing much man, just counting these greens." I smirked as I got out almost a grand out of my pocket, intentionally showing off as I flicked through them.

"Forreal, forreal, shit ma nigga! Yo, the shit you do is dangerous man. I mean, I'd chip in and errythin' but the cops here in Harlem don't play no more, you see that's why almost every nigga here in H is running to you for that good shit. " Ferg replied, his eyes glues on my money the whole time. This nigga.

"Look, I know what I'm doing aight?" I replied as I turned around and began walking through the cold dark streets of my hometown, Ferg following after me. "Ima just, keep it going for a little bit and who knows how much I might make then.. I'll stop." I knew deep down I wouldn't stay true to what I was saying. Once you started drug dealing, the thrill of it was just too much, the money and the reputation you built was overwhelming and heck did I enjoy the power. If I stop now, what more else do I have? I grew up with absolutely nothing, looking at all the rich kids growing up that had whatever they wanted when they wanted angered me. And my mother would struggle even just to bring food to the table for the two of us. From then now to this. Does this nigga really think I'm gonna stop? He doesn't know what it was like for kids like me. Darold had everything he ever wanted and more.

As these thoughts raced through my mind all night, I finally arrived to my luxurious home. A lil something I'd brought for myself with all my loaded riches. I switched on my plasma telly, and got ready to blow one, then began looking for my lighter I'd misplaced on the couch. "Here on International news, it is believed that a man was found dead, buried in a pile of dirty laundry"

Immediately my head snapped to the television as I began laughing at this goofy shit. Dead? In the laundry? What kinda shit was that?

"Thank you, Chelsea Tegan here. Yes, it is claimed homicide was committed after a couple were supposedly arguing, screams and cries were heard but after that, silence was followed." The body of the male was shown on the screen and I widened my eyes. "Damn.." I mumbled to myself as I noticed the pocket knife in the nape of his neck. "The fiancé of the man, Robyn Fenty has been missing now for more than three days, sources say she has been kidnapped." The screen went on to show the female on the screen. Shit, shawty was fine as fvck. But kidnapped? Something didn't seem right. Who the fvck kills a nigga and kidnaps his girl? I had a gut feeling the press was just dumb asf, there was more to this story and I knew it. I shook my head and switched the channel, rolled a joint and called it a night.

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authors note:
lol yeh this one is dedicated to hajaaax and VintageBlvck since they insipired me to actually keep this story going lol i was on the verge of deleting it. i struggled on this chapter a tad bit, just because i find it hard to write from a boys percepective but lol i did my best. vote, comment and share pls ! xx