Thug's Diary: part2

Chapter 1

Toren's POV

( one year later )

I was in Oakland chilling with my homies. Gunna, Chris, Sam, Adin and Krit. We were sitting on Chris's sofa smoking and passing a fat ass blunt.

Ash Cash: Swimming pools were playing as we rotated. This type of music relaxed my mine. While Lala was at school (college) I always chilled with the fellas.

Sam: Yo, lets roll over to the spot and see if we can make this drop.

Chris: Ain't no problem.

Krit: Ya. Too much money, ain't enough money.

Me: Let's do it.

Chris grabbed his keys and we got into his truck deep. We went over to the spot and called Benny. Benny was one of our suppliers. He had that good and was known around Cali. He was hot in the streets for having work.

Sam: Yo, benny?

Benny: yes, brotha?

Sam: We'll be over shortly. We picking up that work you had for us last week.

Benny: Yesss. Yes, do that. Ride over and I'll go from there.

Sam: One.

Sam hung up. We loaded up and rolled out. He started the truck up and we left. Every time we made drops or picked up drops we were loaded and strapped. Gotta stay ready for the unexpected.

We pulled up and walked upstairs to Benny's door. "Broke ass Fred" was there as always. That's what I called him back in the gap because he was always over a nigga shoulder.

Fred: Toren, Krit, Gunna, Sam and Chris. Fuck y'all here for?

Me: and broke ass Fred. We here to see benny.

He looked over to Gunna and saw the duffel bag. He already knew what the business was then. He nodded and let us through. Benny was sitting in his office smoking a cigar as usual.

Benny: Come in. Lets talk turkey.

Gunna: Got the shit?

Benny: Anxious much?

Sam: So what's up?

Benny: Got the 11 g's then we can talk. What's in the bag?

Me: Sure ain't our laundry.

Gunna opened the bag and dumped the money on the desk in front of Benny.

Me: No need to count it. its there.

Benny: Like the way my boys handle business.

Benny snapped his fingers and Dee came in the room with a sack. He opened the sack and it was crack. 14 keys of crack.

Benny: Go ahead. Try her.

Sam took a sample of it on his finger and nodded. Telling us it was straight.

Sam: Thats that Miley Cyrus my nigga.

Me: Get the stuff and let's be out.

Gunna grabbed the work and we left. Sam took us to the trap and we cooked and bagged the shit up.

Krit and Gunna sold their share. Sam and Chris did their part too. I did my work alone since Adin wasnt gonna be here.

Adin: Alright homies, me and my girl off to Florida for vacation. Hold it down

Sam: fasho.

me: take care lil nigga. Dont make no babies.

Adin: Oh hell na fool.