Alicia
My uncle Smokey opened the door to my room as I held my two year old son Xavier on my hip. He looked at me, obviously waiting for me to walk. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and proceeded in walking through the door.
"Now..", he started. "I want you to meet the crew tomorrow, so you can know them and get comfortable."
I sighed, then put Xavier down on the king sized bed. "I don't know if this is what I want to do anymore."
He raised his eyebrow. "And why is that? You think you're too good for us?"
"Damn, bruh. I didn't even say that. And besides, what if something happens to me? Where will my son go? This is bullshit and you know it."
He sucked his teeth. "Alicia, you're going and that's final. Unless, you want to go back to Toronto-"
I cut him off. "Just get out. I'll be there. Damn."
He smirked. "That's more like it. I'll see you in the morning". He then, closed the door behind him, leaving the room silent. I looked at my son as he slept, then sighed, putting my hands over my face. I don't want my son to be caught up with this bullshit, and I damn sure don't want myself to get caught up in it. Killing is what I want to do, I ain't gone lie. There's a lot of bitches I want to kill, but that's not the point. My point is that what if someone comes looking for me and my son. Then, I'll be fucked up, caught in a situation that I'm not gonna be able to get out of. But at the same time, I'm ready to take chances. My uncle acts like he could give a flying fuck about the way I feel. As long as he gets his money, he's all happy and shit. See, ima meet these people tomorrow and go bout my business. I'm not tryna friendly bob with nobody. But then again, I'll see. For right now, I'm putting a baby monitor in here so I could go take a shower. I have a long day ahead of me.
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TYGA
We pulled up to the house and got out the car. When we got in the house, everybody was knocked out sleep on the floor or sofa, except Kristen bad ass self. She was watching tv while drinking apple juice. Well, I hope that shit is anyway.
"Man, these niggas knocked out cold bruh.", I laughed while walking into the kitchen to get me some Vodka.
Trang started messing with DJ as he slept on the floor with his mouth slightly opened. Enough for something to fly in his nasty ass mouth.
"Come on man, leave me alone..", DJ groaned as he turned the opposite way of Trang. All should do was laugh at his dumbass sleep on the floor. Fuck it. I started mixing things together and drinking it. Tammi gasps as she reads through the text messages on her phone. She shows it to me and I read it. Once I finished reading it, I clenched my jaw out of anger. I put my hands together and looked at Tammi.
"I thought ya'll locked the fucking door."
Trang overheard and walked in the kitchen. "Locked what door?"
"The door that Tracey was in."
"Was?! What the hell you talking about?", Trang asked with a crazy facial expression.
"According to Tammi's text message, someone let Tracey go. So now she got away and no one knows where the fuck she went." He paused. "How the fuck you forget that kind of shit. Ya'll lives depend on it. Now, her ass gonna try to come after Kristen."
"Hold the fuck on Tyga. Yo' ass could of locked the door because you was the last one out nigga!", Tammi said as her ghetto side came out.
"No I wasn't Tammi! Trang was the last one!"
"Boy, you better shut the fuck up. I remember Tammi walking out last!"
Tammi smacked her lips, then rolled her eyes. "Trang, you need to shut up. Tyga's ass was the last one. I ain't lying boo."
