This some bullshit. Ju and I chilling talking to some females and the police roll up, we wasn't even doin shit but getting they number.
Bitch ass pigs threw us against the wall, jacked our pants up our asses then played around, fucking with our balls and shit.
"Aye what up blood?"
I turned around to see a short, buff, dark skin guy approaching me.
"What?"
"What you rep?"
He threw his hands up shaped in an E.
"I'm Northside nigga, what's up?"
I threw my hands up making an N. He nodded his head.
"Who you with on Northside?"
"Who you with on the East?"
"I'm with Reggie. You fw Omar?"
I nodded. He walked up to me and dapped me up.
"We fucks with y'all."
I nodded as he walked off.
"Montray Adams !"
I looked up at a guard unlocking the door to the cell. I slowly walked towards him and turned around so he could cuff me.
The guard walked me out to a pissed off Ray and Taj. After getting my belongings we left, headed back to Ray apartment.
"So what happen?"
I explained everything. Ray stared at me as if she didn't believe me.
"Aye call Ju, tell him get his ass over here."
As Ray walked in her room to Taj I called up Ju.
Phone: Ju
J: What up Mon, you good?
M: Yeah but Ray not. Get to her place now.
J: Bet. She chewing you out?
M: You know it but better her than O.
We finished up our conversation then hung up. Ray walked back out not saying anything.
Ju eventually got there and let himself in. His girl bailed him out early this morning.
"Y'all slipping man. You supposed to be working, making money. But y'all out fucking with bitches."
Taj walked out the room and looked at me then Ray.
"So you got caught with weed cause you was selling it?"
I nodded my head.
"I'm a grown ass man Taj. I don't need you preaching to me."
"Boy you 1 year older than me, but act like you 15. I don't need to preach to you, wait till Quan and yo daddy find out. I'll deal with you later Ray."
I sat there and played it cool. I already know I'm dead if they find out. But they wont, I'll make sure they won't.
Ju looked at me as if he wanted to laugh but holding it in. Ray didn't say nothing else so we got up and left, I still got money to make.
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What Doesn't Kill Me...
General Fiction19 year old Tajanae has been in and out of trouble since her younger years. She has a drug dealing brother who has no respect for anyone and will protect her with no regret. Her mother and stepdad try their hardest to keep her step brother and siste...
