"Yo O, Trell here?" I sat up in my recliner where I was resting my eyes. "Pat his ass down and let him in." Ju walked out the room and followed my directions as I got myself together.
Trell walked in the room and looked around like he never been here before. "What you looking for?" He shook his head. "Nun, what's up?" I stood there and eyed him up and down. "You got anything for me?" He took a deep breath. "They in Columbia." I nodded my head and waited for more. Trell stood there like a scared dog. "What part? What side of town? What?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know yet but Im working on it." "Nigga you the fucking police and you can't even get me no location? They need to fire yo bum ass." Ju and I both started laughing. "Do what you got to do with Quan but I don't want my kids caught up in it."
Kids????
"What kids you got?" I could see Trell shaking in his boots. "Montray and Malaysia. My son and daughter." I cracked up in laughter. "Nigga yo son a wanna be lil Quan and yo daughter a young ass hoe."
I watched his face turn red. "I been banging ya daughter but I had to stop cause the lil bitch got too damn comfortable. And yo punk ass son tryna be something he not, he been on my team but as you know he left with Quan ass."
Before I knew it Trell threw a punch that missed and ended up with a bullet in his leg and my arm tight around his neck. "Wrong move bitch, I should kill yo ass for that shit but you gone be my bait muhphuqa. You just better hope you don't lose to much blood." I let him go and watched my boys drag him in a closet before locking the door. "Yall niggas get the word out without getting the fed involved. Im gone make they ass come to me and turn on eachother in the process."
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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...
