Rasheed pov
This lil nigga Cameron is good at what he does. I took him in since he was in the seventh grade. I couldn't leave him out there to die, I was in his shoes years ago but I got left to starve. Oh my bad, Rasheed I'm in the game. Better yet I damn near run the game. I have a few rivals but nobody steps to me so I'm chillin.
"Ayo boss biggie's downstairs, says he need to speak to you." One of workers bust into my office breaking my train of thought.
" Nigga .. I know you didn't just walk in my office." I was half yelling. These motherfuckers been getting out of control lately.
"I-I'm s-s-sorry he said I-it was u-urgent" I know this nigga ain't scared. I jumped at him stayed from my seat. He flinched about to fall,bitch ass,I thought to myself. Lemme see what this nigga talking about.
Cameron pov
To be honest something about this Rasheed nigga don't sit right with me. Yeah I know he been looking after me and shit but he always make me feel weird. I don't know , he always bring up my pops too. Next time one of his workers say something slick I'm poppin off. Them niggas always got jokes especially Rico monkey looking ass. I've been wanted a piece of him for awhile now. Hol up no gay Shit though, I don't get down like that. That's when this fine ass girl walked in , at least five foot one , caramel skin , big booty too. Her name was Liza first off she Rasheed girl so I can't even think about getting none , but it don't even matter she probably a hoe.
" Hey cutie" she winked as she spoke. This bitch tryna get me killed. I simply put my head down like using hear her. She bad but she Rasheed hoe and I'll keep my head over some pussy any day.
