Sydney and her crew are the youngest drug dealers in Miami, and they are all about money.
When one of her right hands, Nina, gets killed.. What happens then?
Will they find who did it or die trying?
See how they run streets of South Florida in t...
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"Believe only half of what you see, and nothing that you hear."
-Edgar Allen Poe
Sydney POV
I didn't hesitate to snatch the gas pump out and put the gas cap on. I jumped in my car trying to catch up to the Bentley. I could still hear the music so I know I wasn't far.
I checked the glove compartment for my piece and put it in my lap. I got close like 1 car behind them. I decided to call Priscilla because in all honesty, I just wanted to pull up next to them and empty my whole clip.
"Wah gwan, popcaaaan?" She answered playfully.
"Scill, tell me why I'm driving behind Elijah right now."
"Youse ah blootclat lie!"
"I'm dead ass serious." I said making a turn where they turned.
"Yuh gwan kill him?"
"No, I could've been done it but, I don't know I feel like I should follow him. I just filled my tank up too so I'm good."
"Go wit yuh gut. If anyting happen bling up mi celly. Mi love yuh, stay safe."
"Love you too, Always." I said before hanging up.
After following them for a hour, they went to Wendy's and them to what I assume is his mansion. The guy who was driving hopped in another car and left empty handed. I saw another car in the driveway but I couldn't tell what it was, due to how they parked. While Elijah walked in his house with the drinks and bags. Something ain't right.
I texted Melan the address and told her everything so she could come up here and bug the cars. I waited and watched for 45 minutes before I heard a tap on my window. Pointing the gun towards it, I roll it down. Only, to see Melan in all black.
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