It's been a 24 hours since my shorty been gone and I can't help but to go crazy. I've been snapping on everyone who says something to me if it's not about finding Sasha I really ain trying to hear what they saying. Reggie was on his way with some "valuable information " this shit better be good or I'm straight offing niggas where they stand. "Ayo Dy wya ?" I hear Reggie macula voice come from the hall. "In here G" I said going to sit at my desk. "So old dude was working with the gang over on west called YBS word over west is old dude we murk was his cousin so he getting back at you. Now we have locations on all they traps so I got men scoping them out now all we have to do is say word and they running in them shots kicking doors down killing everything in sight. Check this he got Sasha at his house held hostage it's a few guards inside and two outside ." He said almost out of breath. I sat back syncing all the information I just received from him as if the Devil himself was talking to me I told Reggie make that phone call and starting airing shit out and kicking traps down. I texted Meek the address of this fuck nigga house and told him to meet me a block away and bring a truck full of goons cause there's no telling what's going to happend once we got in that house. I made my way to my safe and punched in the pin and grabbed my favorite oozie and my AR and head for my all black lex. I was at the spot in less than 10 minutes and when I got there my niggas was waiting for me just how I liked it. We made up a plan and all piled up in the car and made our way to 324 Cherry Hill Lane.................
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No Face No Trace
RomanceMy mother and father made me but the streets raised me. 18 year old Dymone (dia-mond) is coming to the end of her senior year at Lincoln high and is face with the decision of running the streets or bettering herself ,but the making up her mind won't...
