The Bad and the Worst (URBAN)

The Bad and the Worst : Two

Kassius

I finished the whole henny bottle last night. I couldn't stop thinking about Van or May, not to mention Kennedi's casket was haunting my sleep. Not knowing what time it was, I was dead sleep when somebody started banging on the front door.

Jumping up despite my hangover, I grabbed my gun from the side of the bed and darted straight for the door. Swinging it open, I aimed outside but there was nobody there. I cursed under my breath, but before I could close the door I notice an eviction notice taped to the door. There was only two weeks to pay 8 g's and that was about half my savings. Guess I had some moves to make.

I wanted to see my mom today, but I couldn't leave her. She through a damn fit last time. I have to get her outta there. The only reason I agreed to put her there was because no one could keep an eye on her while I handled business. I'll be damned if just anybody was with my moms.

Before I made a single move, I had to know what was going on. I played my moves cool when it came to taking over other territory. I only did it if I felt disrespected or the money was too good to pass. For the time being, I figured I'd just supply other plugs to get this eviction shit settled.

Knocking on the door, I stepped back to make sure whoever in the peephole could see me. I heard the locks click and the door swung up.

"What's up, Kash?" A1, one of my old security greeted, holding his hand out to me.

"What's poppin', big fella," I dapped him up and headed back.

I went up to the attic and like always it was clouded with weed smoke. NWA blasted from the speakers as the females counted money and a few niggas played dice in the corner.

"Kash motherfuckin' Cartel!" Jace yelled from across the room, coming over to me.

"What's poppin, nigga?" I chuckled as we dapped up and he passed me the blunt.

"Shit, still getting money. How was NY?"

I shook my head, "Where DJ so we can all talk?"

"He in the basement. Let's go."

Me, Jace and DJ all went to school together since 3rd grade and stayed in the same projects. Jace was a foster kid and his foster pops and my pops used to run the streets together. It was only right we both took to the family business and became partners.

DJ was from NY. He moved himself and his younger sister to Philly after their grandparents got killed. We met junior year when I put him down working under me. He was quick on his feet and mostly kept to himself. I could respect him.

"So why fuck we ain't heard from you in so long?" DJ asked, as he took his gun apart to clean.

"Yeah you been gone for like a year and ain't nobody heard shit from you," Jace added.

"Originally I went make money. I racked up out there and was doing good," I explained.

"So?" Jace asked.

"It was this chick out there named Van. Cool as fuck and I could trust her. Shorty got pregnant and we had a lil' girl. I wasn't running the streets 'cause they needed me at home. So I was running a lil business with Taurus to keep some money coming in, but one my houses got jacked so I came up short. Offered that nigga a deal to get the rest, but they were dead by the time I came home."

They both sat there with blank looks on their faces. Clenching my jaw, I tried to calm down but Kennedi's casket kept appearing in my head. I didn't wanna talk about the shit anymore but these were like my brothers.

"That's fucked up, son," DJ said shaking his head looking down.

"You good fam?" Jace asked

"Me and shorty wasn't really together but I cared about her. Kennedi was my first. Only one and now she gone. I'm fucked up but I gotta keep going."