A Thug's Family ( Editing )

O6

I've got a thing for a women with aggression. - Zyir

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Zyir woke up to the ringing of his phone. "Shit" he thought to himself. It was 4 in the morning, he had just gotten home and laid down not too long ago. He didn't feel like moving, yet talking to anybody. He was tired.

Picking up his IPhone 6s he looked at the collar ID that revealed an unknown number. "Who the fuck is this?" He whispered to no one in particular. Deciding to answer the phone he would soon come to find out that he would soon regret it.

"Hello." Zyir spoke into the phone. Even a deaf men could hear his tiredness.

"Wake the fuck up amigo, Cortez wanna meet with you. He want you to fly out to Mexico first thing Thursday morning. There will be a plane awaiting for you at the crack of dawn." Pedro's voice and loud music filled Zyir's ear.

"Yo, who the fuck is this?" Zyir asked.

"Pedro."

"Nigga, it's fucking Monday, you couldn't of told me this shit later today?" Zyir s semi yelled.

"If you'd fucking wake up you'll know it's fucking Tuesday. The streets don't sleep boss" Pedro answered putting emphasis on the word boss.

"Get the fuck out of here, I'll be there bye." Zyir said before he hung up the phone. As soon as he placed the phone down, it rung again, this time Malik calling.

"Yo?" Zyir answered.

"Yo, Z what's up man?" Malik slurred, there was loud music playing in the background. Zyir could tell he was drunk.

"Malik take your drunk ass home nigga, good fucking night." Zyir spoke hanging up the phone and placing it back on the nightstand

Zyir hated when Malik would drink too much, he was useless in that state. Any nigga could murk him because he was so careless. That's why Zyir was in charge, it was only for the best.

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Malik sat back in his Audi trying to calm himself. He hated when Zyir treated him like a kid, yet he constantly acted accordingly.

He liked action, and his trigger finger always twitched longing for shit to pop off. The thug life in which he played a part in amused him. He had so much power being Zyir's right hand man.

He loved the attention women gave him when he walked in a room. He knew that he made plenty of women panties wet just by sight. He screamed wealth, and he definitely used it to his advantage.

Unlike Zyir, Malik flashed his money out. He wanted people to see money when they ever they laid eyes on him. Zyir was strategic, and focused while Malik shot first and asked questions later.

Malik was tired of being treated like the boy he acted, he had fame but no kind of respect from anybody. Everybody respected Zyir on the other hand, Malik was wearing something he had never wore a day in his life.... Jealously.