In His Hood.

Chapter Thirty - Down To Business.

Avery's P.O.V

Sitting in the condo I bought as all these niggas listened to my plan I sighed out loud a bit frustrated.

It's been a whole week since we been here in Miami planning shit out an' we were now finally able to find out who that nigga Bryson really was.

We came to find out that the nigga sold drugs on the side an' had his own little underground trap business.

We also found out where that was located an' where he lived. We found out he had two houses - One in the hills an' another in town.

This nigga really thought he was slick but I was coming for his punk ass. I already found out that he was rolling with that punk ass nigga Michael - The nigga that raped my girl an' killed her Mama.

Michael was still alive, I knew it because when I shot the kid I made sure I missed the bitch's heart. I wanted him to suffer.

"So you said, we hitting the trap first?" Jordan questioned, making sure we were all on the same page.

"Yeah, we gone hit up the trap first make sure he don't got my baby up in that shit hole then his home in the city an' last we gone hit up the one in the hills."

"When?" J continued.

"In about an hour." I assured everyone. "Now it's fifteen of them plus you an' I - We need to get shit together, EVERYONE GET STRAPPED UP!" I yelled out the last part.

Making my way away from them all as they prepared I made it into the bedroom. I pulled out my phone scrolling through my gallery smiling as I looked over the pictures of Zuri sleeping with Siyah laid off across her chest.

"I'm gone find y'all." I sighed to myself knowing today had to be the day. I was growing short of patience not being able to put my daughter to sleep at night, or to kiss my girl whenever she seemed a bit sad.

"Ave." I looked up watching as Jordan stood beside the door. "You ready?"

"Yeah." I quickly replied while standing to my feet.

"Let's do this then."

Making our way out front an' into the two large vans that fit seven in one an' eight in the other, we all drove off to the direction of this nigga's trap.

Getting there in less than ten minutes I sighed out loud hoping they'd be in there just so I could take them home.

As we all stood around dressed in all black, strapped, I instructed them all to follow behind.

Slowly making it inside we all surrounded the small building, this nigga was a full blown rookie when it came down to the drug game. He had just two door, front an' back with a window beside them.

Making it closer to the front door I kicked it down slowly making it inside.

From the back I could hear my men shoot but the front seemed more quiet.

"You think that's where they all at? In the back?" J questioned.

"Naw." I held up my gun ready to shoot. "These motherfuckers everwhe--"

Shots were being fired from every direction causing my men to let off rounds shooting Bryson's crew.

"J!" I yelled out hoping to get a reply. "Jordan!"