Lil' D: A Diggy Simmons Love Story

One. "See you around lil mama."

Hey guys! New story. This one is reaaaally different (and a little old ybecause I wrote this chapter and had this idea loooong ago, but I wanted to see what you all thought of it before I just decided to never use it. But it's different because in my stories Dig is usually super duper sweet as he is in real life...and someone commented on one of my stories like "I love how Diggy is always such a gentlemen in your stories" which inspired me to give ya'll something different. If you like sweet Diggy, you may not want to read this LOL. This story will have a lot of mature content and gang violence and stuff like that, so if you're not comfortable with that, this is just a warningg

Cha'Vierre

Where I'm from, Brooklyn, New York, gangs were everywhere. Living in a crime ridden city with a population of unmotivated, uneducated, impoverished gangsters and thugs running the slums of New York, gangs are practically inevitable. When you don't have much to live for, you end up mixed in a shady lifestyle. The two major gangs around here were Eastside and Westside, which was exactly like the whole Bloods and Crips shenanigans. And see, my girl Niecey got me into a little bit of a mix up with the two...which was the worst thing that you could possibly do when dealing with two rival gangs.

Don't ever let your best friend convince you to go to a party hosted by the head guy of the Eastside. Especially when the guy you're talking to is head of Westside...and the two absolutely hate each other. Yeah, not the brightest idea. See my....friends with benefits?... or whatever  we are...is Khalil, who's Westside. Lil D is Eastside. And I was at Lil D's party when...

"You mind telling me what the fuck you're doing here?" Khalil's voice dripped with venom, anger written in his gorgeous facial features. His face was menacingly scrunched up and he pointed at me angrily. Niecey and I were sitting in one of the black leather booths of the club, the white strobe lights flashing on and off as Khalil came up to us angrily with his Westside boys behind him. They mean mugged the people staring over here with their arms folded in front of their bodies and their chins tilted up threateningly, acting as his bodyguard as they scoped out the scene.

"I didn't know you cared so much." I slid out of the booth and faced him just as angrily. "It's not that big of a deal anyways, it's just a party." I shrugged, noticing the crowds of people that were once dancing to Jumpman by Future turning to look over at us and whispering to their friends. Some pointed and laughed, tapping other people and pointing in our direction. Some looked scared. And that's because...well, everyone knew Khalil being at Lil D's party wouldn't end too well. It never did. It would end up in some sort of brawl or several brawls until a weapon was brought out and people would run.

He looked at me as if I was stupid. "Are you dumb? You really think coming to an Eastside party would be cool with me? For real?" His eyes were wide and he had his fist in his hand. "Cha'Vierre, do you think?" He repeatedly pounded his fist into his palm and I crossed my arms, rolling my eyes and turning to look the other way so I didn't have to face him.

Swears began to flow out of his boys' mouths and I turned around to see that they were all looking ahead at group of guys that I couldn't make out in the blinding, flashing lights, but anyone with common sense knew it was Lil D and his crew. My eyes widened in horror as I watched a few people rushing to leave out of the building while others crowded around nosily.

"Is there an issue?" A low voice asked, calmly yet eerily. The mystery guy stood right in front where the lights were flashing, blocking the flickering strobe light and I could see clearly who he was in the dim lighting of the club. Lil D. I watched Khalil step through his boys to face Lil D fearlessly. I turned around to look at the booth to face Niecey who was no longer there. She must have ran out when Lil D's crew popped up. Typical Naomi, she gets me into the situation by begging me to come and then leaves me when something goes down.