Thug's Passion {BOOK ONE}

Chapter One.

CHAPTER ONE:

I walked back into the house, and plopped on the couch. After school, I had a busy day of hustling. I had to do my everyday five hour hustle making six hundred dollars per hour. I make good cash, yes indeed. I opened my bag, eyeing the thirty thousand dollars I had inside. No, I didn’t have an OG paying me if that’s what you think. I’m in this for my damn self. No help needed. I happened to see that son of a bitch, Marcus coming downstairs. I eyed him, and he smirked at me going to the refrigerator. I hated that nigga to pieces man, no one understands how I feel about him—no one.

“Maya, honey how was school?” my mom asked. “It was fine,” I growled still eyeing Marcus. I hated him so bad that I wanted to take my gun out, and shoot him where he stands. “Oh really? Maya?” my mom murmured. I looked at her nodding in annoyance. “Yes mom,” I snarled. “School was school, annoying like always!”

“Maya, who gave you the right to talk to me like that?” my mother snapped. I looked at her in disbelief. I also heard that bastard Marcus chuckling in the kitchen. I hissed grabbing my bag, and stormed straight to my room. I don’t give a damn about no one’s feelings, they don’t care about mine. I decided to call up one of my closest friends, Bahja. I’ve been close to Bahja since we were in diapers.

“Hello?” Bahja answered. “Hey Bahj, what you doing?” I asked. “Nothing, just got home from hustling,” she replied. “Me too,” I exclaimed. “How much did you make today?” Bahja asked. “I made about thirty thousand today boo. How much did you make?” I asked. “I made bout twenty thousand,” she replied. “Shid, we damn near rich aren’t we?” I laughed. “Yup,” Bahja laughed. “I’m bored,” I said. “Me too, want to come over?” Bahja asked. “Ye-Yeah, lemme get some things, and I’ll be over,” I said. “Alright,” Bahja said. I hung up. I dashed straight to my closet pulling about ten outfits out. I made sure I wasn’t going to be back at this house anytime soon. I grabbed some shoes, and stuffed them into my bag grabbing my purse, and calling Bahja back up. “Hello?” she answered. “You can come and get me now,” I said. “Alright, I’m on the way,” she hung up. Ten minutes later, I got in the car with her as she cranked up and drove off.  After a while, Bahja pulled up to her house.

“Hey momma Sham,” I greeted Bahja’s mom, Ms. Shamra. She waved. “Maya, hey sweetheart,” she exclaimed hugging me. Then, Lourdes, Bahja’s sister came trotting downstairs. I swear, she can be a true hand full. “Hey Lourdes,” I greeted. She had the nerve to suck her teeth at me. “Well, fuck you too then,” I growled walking away. I stormed upstairs, and into Bahja’s pink room. Yes, I did catch an attitude. I greet her; at least she could have greeted me back. I sighed, and placed my bags into Bahja’s closet. Bahja and I have been close for so long that her home was my second home. Even when my home wasn’t a regular home. I sighed plopping onto her bed. That’s when she came right in. “Aye, I’m sorry about Lourdes, she’s been tripping real hard man,” Bahja said. I nodded. “I don’t stunt your little sister anyway,” I laughed. I grabbed my phone, and started to text my best friend, Eric. Eric and I have always been close. He has been the closet dude who I could vent out to anytime. Also about Eric, he’s a thug as well. We’ve had our own hustles sometimes—but Eric is different. He robs people, sell drugs, and he has a baby. His baby mama is Caila. Me, and her haven’t been that close except for when she’s worried about Eric, and that’s pretty much it.

I read over our texts with the biggest smile on my face. Bahja lay to my side eyeing my text messages. “Dang Bahja, you noisy,” I laughed. She chuckled shaking her head. “You texting Eric,” she bluntly said. “So,” I smirked. “You know you like that boy Maya, stop fronting,” she smirked. “He is my friend!” I exclaimed. “Mm, okay,” Bahja said. I shook my head at her ignorance. My best friend was too much for words sometimes.

“Aye, we got to go out,” Bahja said reading her pager. “For?” I asked. “We got to do a deal child!” Bahja exclaimed. “Oh yeah,” I jumped up grabbing our bag of drugs. “Mom, we’ll be back later! Love y’all!” we both ran out of the door. We jumped in the car throwing our bags in the back. We drove to our secret house, and parked in the garage. Being hustler, we have to be smart about things. Bahja and I both pay for our self a town house. It’s just our drug house filled drugs, money, condoms, and even clothes. Whenever we run drug runs, we use this house.

“Bahja come on,” I rushed. She came running out as we locked up the house, and walked down the street toting our backpacks of drugs. We turned the corner, and seen a small crowd of junkies. “Look, there’s our first deal,” I smirked. Bahja nodded and we walked to the crowd of junkies. “Aye, we got some quarter pounds,” Bahja insisted. The junkies swarmed us begging for the drugs. “Y’all bitches know the drill, pay up!” I yelled. That’s when all of them pulled out hundred dollar bills as Bahja and I collected their money. We passed around some twenty pounds, and trotted off. We stayed at our grind for six hours making thirty thousand each. We walked back to our town house, and went into the house. “Bahja, we got that chow,” I smiled in excitement. Bahja nodded. “Yeah, true indeed,” she added. We were two thugs that had a passion—hustling.

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