Just cause it's Easter. HAPPY EASTER.!! I edited it, lowkey didn't. Meaning I probably skipped some stuff. Oh well. Ignore it. Thanks for reading.!!
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August Alsina
After drivin' for at least 45 minutes from town, I pulled up ta a garage in a yard far out.
When I went in, I seen Olive Oil was blindfolded and strapped to a' chair.
After I dapped up with everybody, they stood around, waitin' to be told what to do.
I walked over to Brice and took tha blindfold off. He had black eyes and knots on his face.
"I see y'all got tha party started without me." They laughed.
"Nahh, not really." Aste, my nigga from N'Walins, said. "That nigga been talkin' shit since he got hea'."
"Dat right?" I looked back at Brice and opened his mouth.
"Tha nigga might not be able ta talk much longa."
"Fuck you, Yung. Your scary ass ain't gone do shit. You know I got an army of niggas working for me." Brice said.
Ro laughed in tha corner befo' he spoke. "An army of niggas." He said, mockin' him. "Nigga. Don't nobody fuck with you. Nobody even gave you the boss title. Ralo was the boss man. After he died, you claimed yourself as the boss. Look around you nigga. Everybody who was with you, rolling with Yung now." Ro said, shaking his head.
Brice looked around. It was at least 40 niggas hea' and none of 'em worked for him.
"Fuck all y'all. Y'all ain't shit." He said.
"You might wanna quiet down a lil. Don't you realize whea' we at?" I asked him.
A look a' recognition came across his face.
"You did good givin' ya mom's a house far out like yours. Perfect location."
"You wouldn't." He said.
"I already did, nigga."
"She got Alzheimer's. She ain't gone remember." I smiled an evil smile, making his face heat up.
I started gettin' my otha shoes out my bag when Ro called me over.
"Waddup, man?" I asked him.
"Somebody just pulled up, boss." He said.
"Who?" I asked him.
"I don't know. We supposed to be the only ones." He told me.
"I'a be back."
"I'm comin' witchu." Chello said.
We walked outside tha garage as tha unknown person was gettin' out tha car, pullin' his pants up.
"What 'chu doin' hea'?" I asked him.
"I know he's in there." He said.
"I want in."
"Austin. I can't do that man."
"Why not?" He asked. I could hear him gettin' mad.
"Cause, man. If some'n happen ta you, Avery'll hate me fa'eva. She's been through enough. I can't have ha losin' ha brotha in case some'n go wrong."
"That's right." He said. "Her brother. That's my sister, August."
"And since you worrying about something going wrong, I'm always prepared." He said, pullin his gun outta his waistband.
