No Role Modelz

Chapter 1

"Daddy? Mommy? Whats going on?" Jade said, rubbing her eyes.

"Jade baby, go do like we practiced!" Her mom, Amilya said.

Jade ran upstairs and woke her brother up.

"Jermaine! Wake up!" She said.

"Jade what the fuck man it's not 6:00 yet!" Jermaine whisper yelled.

"It's an emergency.. "She said.

Jade POV

I woke up in a cold sweat. I was having dreams more like nightmares about the night when my mom and dad died. Me and my brother haven't talked in years. After we got caught up in the system, we lost touch. But it's whatever though. Shit happens.

I got up and put some clothes on and took care of my daily hygienes. I rolled up a blunt, smoked it and headed to my trap.
When I got there, it was the usual. Naked bitches cooking my shit, and these dumb ass niggas over by the table smoking and playing cards.

"Sell the fucking product, not smoke it. Get the fuck up." I said, looking at the 3 packs of gars in the trashcan.

"Yes boss lady." The dummies said in unison, rushing trying to get out of my sight.

They know how I am.

"Aye Dee, go on South Claiborne and make a hit for me. Dude name Tek been playing with me and I gotta do some shit right quick."

"Ight I gotchu boss." Dee said.

Dee was my left hand. He was always on his shit. But I don't trust 'em

"Next time I come here, everybody better be on they shit or some body mama gon' be crying. Belee' dat." I yelled. I was high as fuck. Any other day somebody would've got killed.

I grabbed my keys, making an unexpected visit on my main trap, downtown.

Everybody was on they shit here.

"Good job y'all. Ian got nothing to say. We going to the club at 8 tonight be ready." I said.

I heard a few "ights" but these niggas know wassup.

Kani POV

My phone rung, and it was my dude Lloyd.

"Wassup nigga? Watchu getting into tonight?" He said into the phone.

"Shit." I said groggily.

"Tryna hit up the club tonight?" He said.

"Yeah, what time?" I said.

"Round 9." He said.

"Aight bet." I said, hanging up the phone.

It was 6:00 pm now, so I rolled up a blunt and took a shower.

I put on some True Religion pants, and a all black shirt with the black and red 4's. It was 8 when I finished getting ready so I just decided to head out, not having anything else to do.

When I got there, that bitch was live. Money Baby by K. Camp was playing and I send along in my head. Then some broad came up to me. She had on a black dress that looked more like a shirt to me.

"Hey daddy." She said.

"Put some clothes on." I said, walking away.

I went to the bar, and I saw this girl with black, long, curly hair and she had on a grey shirt with black jeans and some Belair's on. She was dodging niggas from left to right and her ass sat so right in them jeans.

Damn. I thought in my head.

I sat next to her and realized she was my enemy. Her name was Jade and she was a queenpin. Ever since she came in the game one year ago, I feel like she been trying to take my spot. Shit, it took me 5 years to get where I'm at.

"So you Jade huh?" I said.

"Um, who the fuck are you?" She spat.

"Don't call your body guards on me. I'm just asking a question." I told her knowing damn well she don't need no fucking body guards.

"Nigga ion need a body guard. I handle my own." She said.

See.

She got up and walked away, but not before I pulled my gun out. I wanted thus shit for myself. The game don't stop.

But she was smarter.

She pulled out her pink 9mm and pointed it at me.

"You really wanna play that game?" She smirked.

People was running every where.

"Take it off safety weak bitch." I spat.

She shot her gun and the bullet hit the glass on the counter.

"Take yours off safety, bitch made ass nigga." She said.

I tried to shoot but it wouldn't budge.

"Oh okay." She said, walking out the club.

I was watching her ass, if course.

"This ain't over!" I said.

"The game never is." She said.

I went home and thought about what Jade said. There was a lot of truth to it.
Once you start the game, it ain't never over. Never.