Deceiving (Hood Story)

Chapter 1 *3 Years Earlier*

***Que's POV***




"Hell yea boss I got a job for you, this fool from Ives been holding out on the supply... I heard he got a couple stacks stashed away too, I want you to handle that for me". An under grown midget Mexican said in an heavy accent as he blew out puffs of smoke.


The room was now filled with the intoxicating scent of weed (purp to be exact). "This some good shit my friend, where did you find this? Taste like some over sea type shit". The Mexican continued to ramble on about illiterate conversation, & from the disturbed looks on Que's face he quickly noticed that he wasn't tryna hear all that extra bullshit. "FUCK ALL DAT"!!! Que screamed. Wassup wit dat check? How much you willing to spend"? He asked uneasily. "2,000" the Mexican sat nervously as he spoke out.


"Haha aha... 2,000? bitch I'm not bagging nobody for no fucking 2,000 dollars.... that's rent money bitch, for 12,000 I'll erase that nigga whole life history". Que said as he sarcastically laughed out loud.


"That's a lot of money Que, I can barely pay child support', I'm tryna get rid of my shone ass baby mamas new boyfriend, that son of a bit-...." Que stop the Mexican from completing his sentence as he aggressively rose up from his office chair flipping the cheap card table into the air.


"NIGGA FUCK YO BABY MAMA, I WANT MY MONEY, I KNOW YO PUNK ASS AIN'T CALL ME AT THIS TIME OF NIGHT TO RECITE TO ME YOUR LIFE STORY... FUCK DAT DUMB HOE, YOU NUTTED IN THE BITCH... NOT ME"!!!! Que screamed across the empty cold, dark room. There was only 3 chairs, a table, 1 window & door in the room. Que usually uses this room for late night unexpected call meetings.. there was only 3 chairs in the room because Que's lack of trust didn't sit well with anyone so he advised not more than 2 people to be in the room alive with him unless he'll get paranoid.


The Mexican man was now afraid to even stand across from Que. He stood with his bare back now pressed against the freezing cold wall scared to even breath to heavily or he thought Que would lash out at him again. Que easily became frustrated. He sat back in his office chair & placed his heavy head in the palms of his hands, gently rubbing his freshly cut hair back & forth. "You either come up with my $12,000 for the job or I'm killing you, yo hoe ass baby mama & yo punk ass son for wasting my time". Que said to the mexican as calmly as possible.


With the Mexican now scared for his life & the lives of his family... he just stood there shaking not knowing what to say or do. He quickly scrambled up all of his belongings he came with & ran for the exit. With Que already knowing this broke ass nigga is not going to have his collateral.. he reached for his 9mm tucked into the waistband of his barely sagging gym shorts & fired 2 shots into the back of the midgets head. "Fall bitch"!! Que whispered under his breath as the man lifeless body fell to his knees eventually tipping over falling to what use to be his face. Blood was splattered all across the door & white tiled floor.... but Que actually didn't give a fuck this type of shit thrilled him!!!!!

Standing 6'1, honey caramel skin complexion, a neat bushy goatee, mouth filled with 14k gold pullouts, perfect pearly white smile, outrageous tight muscles, ex pro athlete... Que was definitely a sight to see!!! Sexy couldn't even describe this man, he was BEYOND GORGEOUS, Gods gift to earth. But behind every pretty face there's a story to tell.... Que was a CRAZY mutha fucka!!!! Starting from nothing, not having a mother or father he was left to be raised by his grandmother who was dealing with alcohol abuse. At a young age Que realized he had to make out the hood & become somebody. Always an active busy body child he adored football. Que attended Booker T High School where he let his talents on the field speak for themselves. He was offered a athletic scholarship to attend the University of Miami but his football career was shortly ended when he was fatally shot in the upper right shoulder at a neighborhood block party close by his North Miami childhood home... he was only 19 years old. He once feared to lose his life until the day he found out his own "friends" had a hit out on him. NOBODY EVER WANTED TO SEE YOU MAKE IT OUT THE HOOD!!!!!!

Now Que is 22 years old & loyalty didn't sit well with others in his eyes. Since the moment he found out who fucked him over trying to end jus life over a couple extra dollars & some screen time he now decided it was "Fuck everybody life, money is my occupation, its fuck these hoes.. not give a fuck about these hoes, get in the way of my money? You're dead to me"!!! He now lived by this motto. For $50,000? He'll empty the whole clip in his grandma if he had too... MONEY OVER EVERYTHING$$$!!!