Being a Daddy {FIN}

I.

Jay.
11:42pm

"Aye Bitch, Get up." I said shaking this random girl next to me.

"Hmm?"

"Bitch you gotta go. You already know the deal, don't try it."

She sucked her teeth and got up.

Once in a blue moon I get a hoe that wants to try her luck. All these bitches know how it is.

"How am I supposed to get home?" She asked sounding mad.

"Look Amanda-"

"Ashanti." She corrected.

"Whatever. It's an uber downstairs waiting for you, I'll walk you to the door."

"Ugh, you're such an asshole."

"Ouch, that hurt." I said in a sarcastic voice. "Hurry the fuck up, I have plans tonight."

2 minutes later I was pushing her through the door and locking it.

I hopped in the shower and quickly got dressed.

I left my penthouse and unlocked the door to my Shelby GT350.

"Jay!" I heard someone yell.

I turned around to see Kanye jogging toward me.

"What it do, Jay." He said dapping me up.

"What's up, G."

"Where you headed?"

"The block, we got packs to move."

"I was just about to come get you."

"Why?"

"One of the newbies got robbed."

I sighed. "Word?"

"Yeah, it was Dylan."

"You know who it was?"

"Ty thinks it was one of them twinkle puffs."

The twinkle puffs are like our rival gang. Their real name is G-Unit, but we call them twinkle puffs because they act like females.

"Let's go handle this."

Kanye followed me back up to my penthouse and I changed into my black timbs that I use for all my dirty work. I also threw on a black hoodie and I already had on black pants so I'm good.

Kanye went to my gun safe and tossed me the desert eagle.

"Let's go run up on these niggas." He said tucking the gun in his waistband.

- - - -

I pulled up to one of the corners occupied by the twinkle puffs.

Kanye hopped out and I followed suit.

It was one of the corners with mostly newbies so this was a piece of cake.

I pulled my gun out and cocked it back as I approached one.

"Shit." He mumbled under his breath.

"Turn around slow nigga." I spoke through my teeth.

"And nobody else move!" Kanye yelled.

The scary nigga turned around slow like I said.

I put the gun on his neck, right below his jaw line. "Y'all crew is fucking with my crew so I guess I have to make an example out of somebody."

Poor kid looked like he was about to piss his pants.

"Why, why me?" He asked trying to sound hard.

"Because I like you-"

BANG!

"Oops, I mean I liked you." I chuckled as I watched him struggle to breath.

Kanye dapped me up and I turned to look at the rest of them.

"Now y'all go tell 50," I said waving my gun around. "to stop fucking with my clique!"

50 is the leader of the twinkle puffs. We used to be cool but he traded on me over some bullshit.

I heard sirens and looked at Kanye.
He nodded and we both took off running.

The cops were too close for us to get in my car and speed off.

Plus, y'all don't wanna see no highway chase with Jay.

I kept running but these timbs were weighing me down.

I cut into an alley and squatted behind a dumpster.

When I heard the sirens get further away, I walked back to my car and called Kanye.

"Yo." He answered.

"I'm just making sure you ain't get caught. You want me to come get you?"

"Nah, I'm Rey go to my girl house. I'll holla at you later."

"Aight, one."

"One."

I drove back to my house and wiped my gun down. I placed it back into the safe and took another shower.

I never told y'all the whole shabang. I'm Shawn Carter, known by Jay in these streets. I'm the leader of my clique, Rocnation. And we run New York, specifically BK.

I took a life tonight but don't worry it's not my first.

I take lives like vitamins.

Buckle your seat belts because shit gets crazy out here.