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...
"Man turn the lights on !" Reagan demanded his guards and workers. He could hear the sound of him stepping on broken glass.
As soon as the warehouse was lit up with lights, Reagan looked around in anger. "Fuck !" Her lashed out.
"All my fucking products are everywhere !" He said while kicking a bag of cocaine that was on the ground.
"Aye boss." One of his workers said while pointing to the decapitated head.
Reagan walked over to it and snatched the note that was attached to it. He knew it was Don's head.
Reading the note made Reagan furious. How dare a nigga come in his place of business and tear shit up ? He balled up the note and rubbed his chin.
"That nigga Cash did this." He spoke with anger in his voice. "I want y'all niggas to search the whole state of New York til you find that nigga. Brooklyn, Harlem, the Bronx, Queen, all that shit !"
His workers were silent as he spoke.
"And find his sidekick.....Benji. I want that nigga too." Reagan said while nodding. His arms were crossed as he rubbing his goatee with his right hand. His long neat dreads were braided into three , going to the back. He a line up, which made it look even neater. His skin was color of milk chocolate which hand tattoos on his arms, hand, neck, small facial tattoos on his sideburns.
"Get back to work." He spoke with authority and he watched his employees scatter across the warehouse.
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Cash sighed and rubbed his hands together as he looked around the bar. He was eyeing the door the entire time, hoping to see the person he was waiting for.
He checked the time on his phone before letting out another heavy sigh.
"Nigga wasting my time...." he mumbled to himself while shutting off his phone and placed it face down on the table.
"Yo." He heard a familiar voice say before looking up. There stood his brother, Demetrius. Standing 6'4 with a slim build. Demetrius held out his hand for Cash to shake but, Cash only looked at it.
"Have a seat." Cash said dryly while eyeing his younger brother.
Demetrius sucked his teeth and slid into the booth, sitting across from him. Cash was nice enough to buy him a drink.
"What you want ?" Demetrius asked, getting to to the point while placing his arms and hands on the table.
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"Nigga you gotta lot to say for a nigga who skating on thin ice. I do the talking, you hear me ?" Cash said firmly to his brother.
