"Your late Enrique." I heard Shane yell out as I walked through the door of the trap house. "Where you been?"
"I was wit my Shorty." I told him taken off my jacket. "Was up bro?"
"Nah much. So you bangin Vic's lil sista huh?" He chuckled.
I got mad and clenched my fist gritting my teeth. "She ain't just a lay to me, asshole." I grunted out.
"Damn bro." He rasied his hands up in a mock of surrender. "I'm sorry. Chu really feelin this broad huh?"
"I'm tryna make lil mama my ride or die, ya kno?" I said wit a big ass grin.
"You got it. She be unda the protection of us all. 'Cluding her fam. True?" Shane vowed.
"True." I agreed "thanks bro, that means a lot to a nigga. Now let's get down ta biz, a nigga need sleep." We laughed.
"Aight man. We doin two runs tonight, to a Ramirez, real scum bag. The a Wager. Cool?" He looked up from the papers at me.
"Hol'up, Wager? Was his firs name?" I asked. Please not Nick, not white boy.
"Um, Nick. Nick Wager. Why? You know'em?" He asked raising a brow at me.
"Yeah. Fuck man. He's shorty's friend who like a brotha to het. Shit!" I started pacing. "I'll handle his shit tomorrow, he's knocked out. He's staying wit her." I crossed my arms ova my chest thinkin wha white boy wanted wit weed.
"Aight, well I got Rom on Ramirez. So you can knock or wateva you do." Shane and I bumped fists and went to our rooms.
I walked into my room, red walls, wood flo, a flat screen tv, red sheets on my king sized bed, nigga be huge man, and my white bathroom attached, walk in shower and jaquzzi. There advantages to bein a dealer and gang member. I flopped on my bed driftin off dreamin of my lil mama. I'm addicted and we ain't even kissed for real yet.
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Protected by the gang {Bloods}
RomanceYou ever wondered how, two very different people end up together? Here is a story that may just shock you in how this relation could ever work.
