Life of a female Gangster©

Chapter - SEVENTEEN

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[Jamal]



Damn. I was even surprised that Trisha, had even let me eat her ass out. I guess, she was feeling some type of way. I had to hurry up and dip before, her bitch ass Daddy, got home. I aint' go no time for that shit. So when, I pulled off; I was on my way home in a heartbeat.





I had gotten home, a few minutes later. I pulled the key out of the ignition, and slammed my door shut all in that motion. I twirled the car keys, into my hands, through the loop and quickly opened the door to my house.





My parents, were in the living room, watching an episode of The Cosby Show. My parents, didn't acknowledge me, I was use to it. Dinner, was on the table, wrapped in tin foil for me. I grabbed it, and unwrapped the foil.





Chicken, green beans and mash potatoes, were laid out onto the tupperware plate. It all, looked so good to me, that my mouth began to water. I quickly, dished out the tin foil, and laid everything on a paper plate. I slipped it in the microwave for about twenty seconds.





The beep, went off quickly and that's when I took it out, and laid it out to cool off. I slipped outta my shoes, and light northface jacket. Yawning, i grabbed my plate and a soda, and went into my room upstairs.







Closing the door shut, and locking it--so that i wouldn't be disturbed, I began digging into my food. I absentmindly, thought about the gun I had hidden, in a small shoe box, hidden deep into my closet.





Devon, had wanted me to join, because he had said that I had Potention. He was apart of the Black Diciples, in Chicago. I knew what they were, they were established in the 1960's, and later broken off into two big sections.





So now, it was the Black Disciples, and the Gangster Disciples. It was a crazy world out there, but if it would get my parents attention by bringing home bank, then I'll do it.





Yeah it's a risky, buisness but you gotta do what you gotta do, in order to hustle.

















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[Devon]





"Where's my money?" I yelled, again stepping on this lil nigga's fingers. He screamed out in pain, cursing. That's one thing you do, is show mercy, or pain. I grimaced in annoyance. He really stole, thirty thousand, away from me.





It shouldn't mean anything, but it does. I work hard for that money. He should have known better. The guy began spitting up blood, I already gave him a few clocks to the mouth, and ears before he went down. I slipped out my AK-74, the black metal, was shining under the moon.





His eyes widened in fear. "You have three seconds, to tell me where my mother-fuckin' money is." I warn him, ice dripping into my words. It was just me and him, in a dark alleyway, near Lake Michigan.





"I-I told you, I don't know-" He began, but I silenced him, with two bullets through his brain.





Let it be known..



The Black Disciples, never sleep. I'm getting my money, back one way or another. And we don't f*ck aroud. When you about that life, you all about the money, point black. You don't have time, for no motherfuckin' females or niggas, cause at the end of the day, aint nobody your friend but yourself, that's why you can't trust nobody, especially these days.









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[Maya]

So today we, meaning Trisha and I say at the bitches table. I tried to figure out as much as I could. So as we sat at theri table, Trisha and I skipped lunch. Trisha hasd complained at first, for the lack of eating; but I quickly shot her  a pointed luck and she shut up. This wasserious buisness, and we needed to go H.A.M. (Hard as a Motherfucka).

I folded my hands, against the grey counter tops of the lunch room, glaring at Mi'Kayla. "So why do you need me?" I questioned.

She smiled, the corners of her mouth pulling up into an almost rabid sneer. "Normally, I would beat around the bush, but I'll just get straight to the point." 

I rolled my eyes, "You got five seconds to tell me why the hell you need me, and WHY your little puppy dogs, attacked me in the alley." I glare at them, getting pissed off by the second.

Janet and Michelle, stiffen at the word 'Puppy Dog' To my right, Trisha smirks, to hold her laughter. Good, cause we need to be serious.

Mi'Kayla rolls her eyes, and pushes back a comment, I can tell by her posture, she wants to say something else, but thinks better of it when we give her bored; yet serious glances.

"Fine. You wanna know why we need you?"

I nod, and Trisha pushes a strand of hair out her face. 

"Because, we want YOU, to join our gang, Black Mamba." She says, sitting back so, we could process the information.

What?!

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