Life Under The Gun.

3. Heists.

Quan_Derik|

Kea O'Neil.

I sat on the hood of Quincy's new ride as Quan leaned on the side and Derik sat inside on the drivers seat. Quincy was inside yelling at his babymoma. We heard a couple of things smash and break as the yelling continued causing me to shake my head in disappointment.

All these niggas were hustling tryna get out the hood yet they still settled for hood rat ass bitches that were just sneaking and geeking for the next nigga to trap.

It was the same all the time and I just wondered how no one saw that baby-mommas need attention especially if they were expecting a child. Never mind all the love and dedication that you have to give your children. The shit was just mad dusty and I didn't want to ever see myself caught in that shit.

The smell of weed burning brought me back to earth as Quincy walked out the house shutting the door in the process. He pulled his jacket on in a frustrated manner as he looked down looking like he was mumbling shit under his breath. I sighed and hopped off the hood as Quan and Derik held their own conversation.

"D, let Kee' drive. We gotta hit a quick drive by." He spoke and Derik kissed his teeth growing annoyed because he wanted to drive the new whip. I got in the car in the drivers side as Derik sat in the passenger seat.

I started the car up and backed out of the street where we had parked. I adjusted the review mirror so I could see before I started driving feeling the car drift on the road. I didn't drive much so when I did I enjoyed that shit.

I was saving hoping to cop a nice black on black Bentley with nice silver, shiny mag rims. Of course after that I'd buy all the cars I wished to have when I could afford it.

All this work I was putting in wasn't for jack.

I drove down the road heading to Lynwood. "Those niggas that shot us up couple days ago ain't shit. Found out that it was some homies looking for you Kee'." Derik spoke and I glanced at him before I looked back at the road, going down the road.

I nodded my head feeling an all too familiar feeling of fear and anger altogether. "You dead that shit, or is it something I gotta handle?" I asked taking a quick glance at Derik who nodded his head.

"We all done dead that shit couple nights ago, but whatever comes along we gotchu. Ain't like you in this motherfucker alone." Quan reassured causing me to glance at him in the mirror and nod my head at him giving him a look of respect.

I kept one hand on the steering wheel and ran the other one down my face. "Mahn I can't believe that they still, dead ass looking for me after three years." I spoke and Derik nodded.

"Maybe you should've offed that nigga Ryan when you had the chance. Shits coming back to bite you in the but." Quincy spoke and I rolled my eyes because he was so ignorant.

I ignored his comment trying my best not to cuss him all the way out as I drove. The car ride was silent, no music played. It was as if we were all in our thoughts.

"It's up here in Cornish Avenue." Quincy spoke and I nodded and took a left turning into the street. Derik checked his clip as I heard Quincy and Quan cock their guns. I grabbed a gun out the glove compartment and used my free hand to check if it was good enough for me to use. I started regretting leaving my gun at home.

I threw it in Derik's lap causing him to squeal and shake trying to get the gun off his lap. I glanced at him and chuckled as I slowed the car down. "Kea, don't throw a fucking glock on my dick." He spoke and I chuckled.

"Check the clip and get it off safety for me." I chuckled as Quincy and Quan laughed having their own conversation in the backseat.

"Okay Quincy, enough fucking around, which house?" I asked and his laughing died down as I made a turn circulating the street so we don't draw attention to ourselves.

"I don't know if homie is home or in an alley taking videos for YouTube but we gon shoot both up in any case." Quincy shrugged and I nodded as Derik handed me the glock.

Quincy handed us all balaclavas and the boys pulled on their balaclavas only Deriks goofy ass pulled on some whack ass monkey face mask causing me to chuckle and shake my head.

I kept the gun on my lap as I drove back in the street. I wondered if he lived with any family members in the house because that just meant that he was putting his family in harms way. I was never happy to kill someone who was in the wrong place at the wrong time but my happiness never comes first, never has - never will.

I blocked out my thoughts as Quincy pointed out the house.
I used my free hand to pull my all back balaclava on trying not to cover my eyes.

I nodded and slowed down rapidly allowing Derik, Quan and Quincy to open fire on the house and anyone around it.

Peoples screams and gun shots sounded as I brought the car to a complete stop. I ducked down and grabbed my gun shooting back at the niggas who were shooting at the car.

"Go." Quincy spoke and I placed my gun on my lap before I drove away hearing the tires screech against the road.

"Drive by Dre's auto so we can switch." Quincy ordered and I nodded and drove down the high eay heading down near Lynwood park.

I pulled my balaclava off and threw it back to Quincy.

"Nice work out there, Kee'. You get better every time." Quincy encouraged causing me to give him a look of annoyance because he didn't teach me shit, nor did anyone else.

I taught myself how to end a life, not only with a gun but in other ways too. I knew that self defense was something that I'd have to master in if I lived the life that I lived.

Too many niggas depended on a damned gat to make it in these streets when it about way more than that.

It's about having heart and being able to save yourself under the worst circumstances, being able to keep doing what you do no matter what comes up because you know why you stay steady grindin'.

One thing I didn't know that the streets were about was being able to sacrifice your life for others and be prepared to loose loved ones.

I drove on as we headed back home to get some sleep in before the next heist. That was my life, looking for the next opportunity to kill the next person to make some money. Unfortunately I had to kill sometimes because niggas tried to step on our toes.

Not only was that unacceptable but disrespectful too.

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