Rather Be Real

Chapter 6: Locked and Loaded

Tre

"Awwwww you tripping now!" he said laughing. "Maaan you know I was fucking with you— OH SHIT!" he pushed me in the nearest alley and said "RUN NIGGA!" I took off running after glancing behind him and seeing a green car stop at the end of the alley with a couple of guys in all-black holding guns out the windows. We ran around the corner just in time before they let off shots into the alley, people started scattering the area and cars stopped and horns were blowing due to people running across the street, jumping over cars, and screaming, as well as hearing the gunshots going off. We kept running as fast as we could, running into people yards, jumping fences and all. "Over here!" yelled Low-Key stopping in someone's backyard hiding behind a gate. "We can wait these fools out right here for a quick second"

"Man who the hell is these fools, I thought we dropped those niggas that tried us" I said angrily.

We heard the car pull around the corner, creeping, and revving its engine then suddenly one of the guys did a whistle, that sounded like a gang whistle. I assume he was calling out anybody that was in that gang to come out and let them know where we went. Not too soon after the back door of the house we was at came open and we jumped the gate and took off down the street and we heard the guy yelling out, "THEY BACK HERE!".We ran as fast as we could, jumping fences and cutting through every shortcut we could find, I reached my block and shot a text to my boys letting them know to pull up ASAP.

"Yo you got that Ruger I told you to hold for me?" said Low

"Yea check in the back by the doghouse" I said

As soon as I got in the house, I went to my room and immediately went into my closet, pressed play on my phone and Trapstar – by Quavo started playing throughout my room as I quickly got dressed into my blue chucks and all black outfit. When I came back outside I noticed the whole crew was outside my house strapped up and ready. Half of them had on blue chucks, the other half had on red chucks. I nodded to the two guys that had on black and white chucks. These guys were my elite soldiers in the crew. Rodney and Roger. They both stood 6'3" ft. tall, they weren't very buff but they had a muscular build. I always sent them to handle assassinations but today, I needed them to find out who was behind this shit. They really felt like killing, but I told them to just recon and if shit popped off, then they can get to capping.

"Find out who behind this" I said. "Tonight we bout to show these suckas who we are!"

"Let's get it!" said Low-Key. As he and his boys got in their whips and followed him over to that neighborhood to creep up any nigga Low felt like was popping at us. "I know who to call about this shit" I said as I pulled out my phone and hit my nigga on the other side of town up.

"Yea wassup?"

"Aye Chase, We got a issue that needs yo expertise"

"You been starting a lot of shit since you been here mane"

"You know I don't start shit like that though fam, they just upset that I'm on the come up"

"Yea yea, who it is though?"

"I don't even know but the recent person we'd been beefing with is some fool name Damien, he repping your colors"

"Big Baby Damien?"

"I guess that's him"

"Aw hell, I got this mane, don't even waste your bullets"

"We popped his boy Derrick already"

"Well shit...I'll be over in a few"

"Yea bring that scope witchu fam"

"Aw you know I take straight headshots anyway"