AN: This low key is a filler chapter, but oh well. Sorry for the long wait, school has been taking me down through there this year.
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Keith's point of view.
"So about this y/n thing. Are you fucking it or not?" Woody asked as we passed by someone trying to sell us rocks.
"It's not even like that," I shook my head, thinking about the girl who wasn't something to play with. "I'm just providing for her and her son while Algee is in jail."
"Ah shit. That Nigga won't do shit to you. He is in jail for the rest of his life."
"But I respect him enough to not fuck his girl behind his back," I counterattacked. "He was like a father figure to me."
"Whatever you say," he held his hands up in surrender as we walked inside his house.
Woody cracked his knuckles as we saw the rest of our crew sitting in the living room with their eyes glued to the television screen.
"I swear these bitches don't know how to leave."
"This some great shit," Luke noticed our presence before anyone else could.
Doing our little handshake, I looked at the screen to see what had their attention.
"What the fuck is the shit," I looked at Woody when I noticed this was the videotape from last night's robbery.
Sitting down on the Sofa and pulling out his Glock from the inside of pants, he shrugged. "I'm selling this shit for $39.95 a piece."
"You fucking sick man. Who would even buy one?" I sat on the floor with my knees to my chest.
"I'll buy one," Bryshere raised his hand with a smile. "This shit dope."
"Crazy motherfuckers," I mumbled mostly to myself as Elijah stood up and walked up to Woody.
Pulling an AK 47 from behind his back, he pointed it at his face. "Who's gonna get fucked up now?"
Freezing for a quick second, we all calmed down after realizing who was saying it.
"Oh shit," Woody jumped in his seat like a little kid on Christmas day before grabbing the automatic weapon and taking a closer look at it. "You finally came through nigga. How much does this shit cost?"
"Depends on what you got," Elijah snatched the gun from his grasp, making him whine."Just because we roll together doesn't mean I'm just going to give you this shit to your ugly ass for free."
Shaking my head at the words being exchanged with each other, I pulled my beeper out of my pocket when I heard it going off for the second time in five minutes.
Reading the blinking number on it, I smirked when I saw who it was.
"Let me borrow your phone right quick?" I asked a frustrated Woddy who was taking a stack of money out of his pockets while cursing the hell out of Elijah.
Woody raised an eyebrow at my direction after giving a down payment to Elijah. "It's that bitch ain't it?"
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