Enough said.

Zoey

"Come on Zoe! give me another chance," Malcom pleaded backing himself deeper into the ally. I didn't give not one fuck about what he was talking about. Last week I sold him work, and gave him three days to pay me. This isn't even the first time he's done this so I'm nor surprised.

"Fuck chances nigga! You got three motherfuckin' seconds before I blow yo brains out"

"Please man!"

"Three!"

"I ain't-"

"Two fucking one" I quipped before letting two bullets to right through his skull. The thrill of killing wasn't much to me anyone. I've been doing it for so long that it's become a hobby. Honestly Malcolm broke ass deserved to die.

I fled the scene not leaving any tracks behind. I hopped in my all black range rover, then stuffed my semi in the glove department. The time on my watch read 12:34 am which meant my job was finished. Being out in the hood all day is exhausting but that's just my lifestyle. I drove straight home to my apartment complex in Magnolia Gardens, then parked the car. As usual the younger kids hung out by the stairways rolling dice and smoking weed. They saw me approaching and quickly moved aside. I gave a simple head nod before jogging up to my door. I'm respected to a high standard because of how I carry myself. I don't take bullshit from nobody; female or male. It wasn't always like this. At a young age I was raised by two crackheads as parents. They didn't give a fuck about me whatsoever so I ran away. I ended up hanging with the "wrong crowd" and that's how I became Zoe.

I went straight my bedroom and took off my clothing, preparing for a shower. I set the water on steaming hot. As usual I stayed in for about thirty minutes until I felt satisfied. I grabbed some basketball shorts and socks then collapsed on my king sized bed. Within ten minutes I was fast asleep snoring loudly.

Zonnique

The sound of my cellphone ringing caused me to groan and roll over on my side. I squinted my eyes open looking at the call I.D. Of course it was TJ, one of my costumers. He's ss fucking annoying. I pressed ignore then sat up on my king sided bed taking a yawn and stretch. I'm so tired but I know its time to start my day. I got up and walked into the bathroom in only my big tshirt, scratching my scalp from these tight braids. I took a nice warm shower washing my body in coconut scented soap. I grabbed a white towel from the rack and wrapped it around myself. I stepped on my plush pink rug, in front of the sink then began brushing my teeth. Afterwards I cleansed my face and pulled some of my braids in a bun, while the rest hung down. As I walked back into my bedroom I checked my phone again. Ten missed calls already and it isn't even noon yet. I chuckled while slipping into my red laced thong. I put on a bra as well before finally getting dressed. I wore a pair of bleached high waist shorts, my white half shirt along with a matching denim jacket and some Jordan's.

I finished off my attire with my gold rings and other jewelry. I grabbed my gucci duffle bag and I was out the door. First stop was TJ's. He has some nerve blowing up my damn phone like this. I put the key in the ignition then started up my car before pulling out the driveway. I drove at the correct speed limit listening to one of my old CD's. The weather in Queens was actually beautiful. The skies were clear and the sun beamed down on my face, causing me to put on my sunglasses. Within twenty minutes I showed up at TJ's little apartment complex; Magnolia Gardens. I honestly hate coming over but TJ doesn't have transportation. I pulled out my phone and dialed his number, putting the phone on speaker.

"Aye Nique-"

"Cut the bullshit T, I'm outside so hurry up" I scoffed and hung the phone up. He's always trying to hold conversations as if we're friends. I don't have friends nor family- wait I'll take that back. There's my baby sister Kami but she lives in Atlanta with our aunt. Our parents are currently overseas serving in the army. That's right both of them. My mother is so extraordinary and that's exactly why I adore her. My father is strong, the definition of a real man. They left five years ago and that's why I started hustling. I did it for Kami and myself but I wasn't legally able to keep him. At least I know she's safe with my aunt; hopefully.

"What's up beautiful?" TJ smirked leaning in my window. His dark skin glistened somewhat and he actually looked decent.

"What you need T?"

"Let me get two"

I nodded, while digging in my duffle bag. I grabbed two little bags of pure cocaine. While I handed him the drugs he gave me some crumbled up money. My face wrinkled up and I counted the five one dollars bill repeatedly.

"What the fuck is this! I gave you two-"

"Come on Zee, I ain't got it right now" Tj sighed with a pleading look.

This is the only problem with selling drugs; the customers. They want the shit but can't even pay for it. This isn't the first time he's done something like this so some I'm pissed.

"Nah fuck that! Give me my thirty dollars T because I got places to be" I snapped tapping my nails on the steering wheel.

He sucked his teeth, "I got you tomorrow-"

"TJ!" A deep voice called casing both of us to look over. A light skinned boy in a bucket hat, was walking over with a smug look. I've never seen him around here before. He had nice features and a pretty face.

"Zoe my main man" Tj greeted trying to dap him up but the boy declined. Instead he raised a gun to his temple, with no hesitation.

My mouth nearly dropped watching the fear in TJ's eyes. "You buying coke with my fucking money nigga! Where my shit at huh?" the boy spat.

"All I got is five dollars man!" TJ stammered.

"Give it to me then! I want everything now"

"Nique give it-"

"What? I'm not giving this nigga nothing. The money is in my hand therefore it's mine. Go head with that bullshit TJ!" I said before rolling my eyes at the boy and him. TJ might be scared of this clown but I'm damn sure not.

"Look I don't got time for this shit mane. Who are you anyways?" The boy asked looking at me funny.

"Don't worry about it" I shot back.

He chuckled before clicking the gun against TJ's head allowing him to run off. I started to go after him but everyone knows you cant catch a crackhead. I started my car back up preparing to go make my last drop. As I began reversing my car, that boy walked up to my window signaling me stop.

"What?"

"Aye don't be selling on my block lil cupcake"

Cupcake?

"Listen here, I'm not TJ or any of these punk niggas out here. I suggest you get the fuck out my face cupcake" I said calmly looking him up and down.

"I ain't even trying to catch a case for your lil smart ass today. You heard what I said though" the boy scoffed before walking off, confidence in each step he took. Who is he?