Cash is a young reckless Drug dealer from the streets of Harlem.
As a child of three, in and out of the foster care system, he learned the only way to survive was to slang rocks.
Everyday is do or Die to survive.
Through a misunderstanding with hi...
"What's up with Brian ? He straight ?" Cash looked over at Benji who was busy on his phone.
"He still in a coma man....hopefully he wake up soon. Or I'm going to have to continue paying for him to be on life support. Or Nana might just have to pull the plug." He said lowly while scratching the back of his head. His family was definitely going through it.
Brian had fell into a coma quickly after he went into surgery to remove the bullet from his back. He had got shot an inch away from his spine, but he was luckily not paralyzed. He hade even gotten shot in the knee.
"Damn yo..." Cash shook his head and sparked his blunt. Brian had the ability to be a good kid, but he chose a different route. He was hardheaded as hell, the nigga loved being in little shit.
He had been in coma for about two weeks now and Benji was being to loose hope. He didn't believe in God, because he felt like God wasn't there when he was going through shit his whole life. His mother and father had died in a Gang shootout, and now his brother was fighting for his life.
"Whatever happens, gone happen. It is what it is." Benji said with a nonchalant shrug.
"Don't say that shit....he gone be aight...don't starting saying shit like that deadass." Cash said with a serious facial expression. He didn't like for Benji to talk like that. Especially about his own little brother.
"Nigga what you mean don't talk this ? You think I'm just let that nigga suffer his whole life attached to some machine, praying that he gone wake up ? Hell no." He retorted back. He pulled from his blunt with mean mug on his face.
Cash shook his head, "Fine, do what you feel my nigga."
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"Why you haven't answer my calls after I gave you that ride the other day ?" Cash said as he leaned against the Bar and stared at Puma as she made drinks for her customers.
Puma glanced over at him and rolled her eyes. She hadn't been answering his calls because she don't mess with married men. She didn't have to explain herself.
"You're married. I don't call married men." She simply stated while wiping out a shot glass.
He sucked his teeth while looking down at his ring finger. He noticed his ring was there, clear as day. He usually took it off when he went to clubs. He couldn't even say anything, he was caught.
"You know...I despise men like you. Y'all will be all in the strip club, partying, and trying to get a quick nut, while your poor wife is at home, taking care of the kids and the house. While you run the streets acting like your single." She pointed her finger at him and looked him up and down with disgust.
He licked his lips and chuckled, "That's not me." He lied while eyeing her body in her see-through body suit. Her nipples showed perfectly.
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