Defend

Covering Tracks

I'm just trying this out but don't hesitate to give feedback, whether it's good or bad.

A lot of slang will be used in this book, if you don't understand a specific word just ask.

There are a lot of characters in the book which may be a little confusing but they all have a purpose and are relevant.

This is my first try so don't expect a gobsmacking story or your typical love story.

He paced back and forth growing even more worried with a hint of fear in his eyes. "Will you relax" I sit down placing the gun down beside me.

"it don't look that bad" I lie trying to calm him down a little.

He looks at the body once more before punching the wall in anger. Watching him lose control I decide to grab his shoulder only to be shrugged off.

With travis he may seem like a tough bwoy but when it came to the drug world he was weak. "We just tormented and killed your mudda, sorry if I ain't jumping for joy at this point" he says in a sad tone almost feeling sorry for the bitch.

"She had it coming. And nigga don't play no sympathy card on me, I know damn well your fada got you out here killing for him" I remind him whilst tucking the gun back in my pocket.

Nigga really pissed me off like if you finna play gods good child correctly stick to it don't be picking and choosing when you're in or out.

"Thats business. this, this is different she didn't deserve this" he says the last part more to himself than me.

The one time I felt an ounce of happiness he wants to take it away from me. "grow a pair and treat this as another one of your lil business projects" I tell him in irritation as I push past him.

"the police will be here soon lets go" I remind him before leaving the house from the back so we wouldn't be seen. He follows after me shortly looking back at the house one last time.

"I'm starving you wanna grab a bite to eat" I ask him tying my hair into a bun, and starting up the car.

"How you got an appetite after what just happened?" rolling my eyes at him I don't bother with his sorry excuse. If only his Saint ass would get out of my car.

Driving into McDs drive through I order my meal and travis a toy to shut him up for the rest of the car ride.

Arriving home I grab my bag of food before entering the house. I lived in a small gated community, only place I could receive peace and quite excluding the nosey neighbours.

Turning the lights on I jump from behind the couch landing on it "batty bwoy you gon join me or still grieve over the bitch?" I ask him turning the tv on and tuning into Wild 'N Out.

"Nah I'm calling it a night" he says in a low tone walking up the stairs and into his room. Not bothered with him I continue watching my show. After a couple of episodes I fall asleep on the couch.

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Waking up to travis tapping on my shoulders I shrug him off keeping my eyes closed. He continues to tap harder until I looked up at him in irritation.