"So, the plan is we just move how we usually move, just with different times?" I asked Marco. Marco shook his head and inhaled the joint.
"What about school?" I asked. I have no problems pushing the bag but, certain hours interfere with mostly everything. I can't risk getting arrested or charged with nothing especially with a kid on the way.
"Vato the issue is, there is no issue, you got the bag on you. After high school you going to be doing this on the phone regular so get use to the hours. Anyways, how's life perro?" Marco asked while passing me the joint.
I was ready to tell him about my kid on the way, then I realized something.
"What's the policy on women?" I asked.
"Only trust them if they money up, and if they hoe just fuck em and leave them. You know this Vato why do you ask?" Marco pressed.
"What if they neither of that?" I ignored Marco's question and asked mine.
"Either way, hoe or no hoe, rich or broke, distractions are distractions. When y'all joined the Duces ya made a promise-, I cut him off.
"Blood in blood out, Two's up, stop anything that fills me with doubt ." I said. I've been saying it for years and still don't know if I believe that.
"Are you having second doubts Vato?" He raised his scar eyebrow and stabbed through my lie with his prickly green eyes. I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared of Marco but I would be lying even more if I said I wouldn't be scared to challenge him.
"Nah, never it's just that I got a family on the way and the kills..." I said thinking of a little me getting spotted.
"How far along?" Marco asked his eyes getting this glint in them. He always came across to me as a snake, I mean speculations of him getting his own blood killed and just rising to the top still bothers me.
"She's about to be a whole two months." I said trying to control my tone of voice. I couldn't tell if it was out of excitement or anxiety.
"If she decides to keep it, and it's a boy we have to keep the lineage going, this could be like a heritage, generations to pass." Marco said with satisfaction.
I gave him a tight smile. Nigga would've thought that he would get a hand on my son. I pray that shawty don't keep the baby that she actually decides to abort and we can go our own paths, I can handle loosing a bro- barley, but my own blood, I can't even.
I look at my phone only to see it was a text from an unknown number.
"Call me." I read/said aloud.
I quickly press on that number and waited for the ring, after the third ring it picked up. I heard background laughing that sounded to familiar.
"Hello" a dude said.
"Yeah?" I asked, at the same time I'm focusing on the laugh.
"Who the fuck is this?" nigga spazzed.
I nearly crushed my phone with my fist. Does this nigga know who I am and how the fuck did he get my phone number. I heard a whole bunch of ruffling in the background noise before I heard a sigh.
"Hello?" Corina's voice captured my ears, I automatically put a bad feeling in my stomach. ''She's with another guy'!
"Who's phone you using? You talking to other niggas now? First of where are you?" I pressed her like a panini.
"Vato- , I cut her off.
"I'm on my way there Corina." I said my blood boiling.
A/N: Hey babes I'm sorry shot the long updates but college kills! I'm happy ya liking my story. Please vote and comment!
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