Kaleb
Today I got to go make a drop, with my boy Pedro. Pedro the closest thing I have to a friend, he's Hispanic going on black, I don't trust nobody as much as I trust him and honestly that doesn't say much. The number one rule of the game that I won't forget, don't trust nobody. I was chilling in the living room of my mom's house, waiting for Sunday dinner. My pops should be on his way, this is a requirement for our family. Sunday dinner, and once a month Friday dinner.
My parents aren't the typical "Baby Momma, Baby Daddy" situation. They divorced three years ago, which was my moms' decision due to the constant cheating my pops did, the game she didn't mind, but his constantly disrespecting her was another thing. Being the wife a drug lord was something she was made for, I'm not sure how but she handled it so well. Kelly, my moms', had been holding them down for almost twenty years now. My decision to be in the game also drove her toward divorce, she sees potential for me to be more than a hood nigga.
I just can't see myself being more than what I am.
My mom's always raised me to be a smart and clever boy, and I am extremely book smart and street smart. I am two years ahead of my grade and will be graduating with the dumb ass Seniors from school. I'm only doing this to make her feel better, I already have most of my credits. The teachers in school are always in my business. "Kaleb you are so smart, why do you act that way?" "Kaleb you can talk to me about your problems." Why do they assume I have problems?
I'm the oldest of three, two little girls. Bad ass, spoiled ass twins, were a shock being that twins are extremely rare for our family. Jayla and Kayla are my world, I would kill for them two. They just made five, August 11, last month and started kindergarten. My moms moved an hour outside of OKC to make sure things from her past didn't come up to her or the girls.
"Boy, you better get your dirty but off my white couch!" She yelled to me popping me in my head while walking to the door.
"Kelly it ain't like you can't buy another one, with all that alimony money I'm giving you." My pops joked walking in the door and joining me on the couch.
"And you wonder why the twins have smart mouths now." Moms shot back, smacking him in the back of the head. "Asshole", she added before walking to the kitchen. Pops watched her walk through the decorated hallway, licking his lips, making me cringe and shake my head.
"Your mama know she fine", he commented, shivering. Pops is right, moms got a beautiful face, full lips, big hazel eyes and the prettiest jet black, full hair, with laid edges. Her body was and always has been in good shape. I'm surprised, in these few years, she hasn't found a man. I wouldn't mind her having somebody around to treat her right.
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After dinner, I met up with Pedro, he picked me up at one of our spots and we headed over North to do our drop. We were meeting up with some folks from NOLA, they were new to the game and was buying 5 Kilos of coke and 12 pounds of loud. 170,000 dollars. If they legitimate, they will be loyal customers of mine.
"So wassup man?" Pedro asked, at a stop light.
"Nothing, mane. Full as fuck, moms cooked a full course this Sunday." I burped rubbing my stomach, laughing in the process. Pedro is a fast driver, so we would be with clintel in no time. "Wassup with you and Rich Girl?" I asked remembering him telling me about some girl from over this way.
"Aye man, her name Armoni, damn." He defended, aw man, this nigga whipped.
"Man you whipped!" I laughed smacking my leg, Pedro rolled his eyes, fighting off a smile.
"She ain't giving me nothing to be whipped from man so shut that shit up!" He joked, reaching for the new Rich Homie Quan CD. "When yo ass gone get a girl? Fucking these diffeent girls gone leave yo dick on the fucking floor." He asked seriously, Pedro and Pops always pushing for me to get a girl, but I don't trust females, they decieving as hell.
"I don't fuck with a lot of females, I just get my dick sucked. You see how these females putting kids on these niggas? I won't be caught in no shit like that." I explained, it's true, I'm scared as fuck to have sex with these girls. I can never find an honest one.
"So, who this potential clientel?" Pedro asked, changing the subject.
"Some NOLA niggas mane, they seem legit, but who doesn't? You know I'm strapped." I said showing him the gun in the bag with the drugs. Finally we pulled up to the big white complex, heading inside and straight to the elevator, I wasn't worried about shit going down, I just didn't want shit to happen.
When we reached the room, it was obvious these niggas was amateurs, no shake down or nothing, and it was only five of them. This had to be a game. I laughed to myself. This client name was Max, a tall lean dude, he seemed real nonchalant, too relaxed.
"Y'all buying drugs or is this a talent show?" Pedro joked taking a seat at the table, I dropped the drugs on the table and laid them out so they can see their product, I handed the bag of money to Pedro so he could count it.
"It's all here." Pedro confirmed, one of Max's guys was weighing the drugs, and started shaking his head. Aw, shit.
"This isn't adding up right man, these kilos are off."
"Yo ass lying, I weighed and cut that shit personally, and y'all over a couple grams too. Don't yo sit yo ass right here and try to play us like no fucking fools." I stated through gritted teeth.
"Aye, calm down man. Kevin, weigh it again." Max commanded trying yo keep the peace, but it seemed like this Kevin dude on some other shit.
"I ain't weighing shit again, I know this ain't all the drugs!" He yelled snatching a gun form behind his back and pointing it at me, Maxs' eyes grew with nervousness and fear.
"Kev man, what the fuck you doing!?" One of the other guys asked, but I smiled at the man pointing the gun at me. People underestimate me because I'm young.
"We finna leave out this bitch with money, and drugs." Kevin laughed.
"Kaleb, we ain't have nothing to do with this shit. Kevin put the fucking gun down man!" Max yelled stepping to his friend, frantic, Kevin shot Max in the shoulder and pointed it back at me. Everybody's eyes got wide except for mine and Pedro's we've seen worse.
"Kevin what the fuck!?" Loso, Maxs friend, yelled pulling out his gun aiming it at Kevin.
"Man, I'm leaving out of here with this money." I stated, Pedro had the money split in two seperate bags. Soon there was a shoot out between the friends. Pedro and I got out of there, fast rushing out with the drugs and money. We got in the car and he let me out a couple blocks down. I walked fast down the street, gathering the money back in the duffle bag, somebody was behind me and rushed in front of me making me grab my gun and point it at them.
It was a girl, dressed in a basketball uniform, with her gym bag on her side. She was fine too, with some pretty hair. I immidiately regretted aiming my gun at this innocent girl. "I'm sorry." I said pulling my gun back. "I thought you were someone else." Tears threatened to fall from her eyes as she nodded slowly, I heard Kevin's voice from down the street and pushed her to the side while running the other way.
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Flawless Lust
RomanceKaleb Bradford is a 16 year old, kingpin in the making, he's been in the game since age 12. Born and raised on the south side of Oklahoma City, Julius Bradford, his father, had been preparing Kaleb for the game. Julius is on trial for possession, an...
