"Dianna, do you know who Travis fuck with?"
"He be out on 6th street" She wrote something down on paper.
"Oh wow" I laughed. "Wooooorddd?" My hand tugged at the golden gun hanging from my chain. "Imma take care of that right now"
"Do you still mess with Whitney? She keep looking over here"
"Nope, she dropped me" I peeled back cracked skin on my bottom like with my teeth.
"While you were locked up or...?"
Her voice got higher as it trailed off.
"I'ma spare you the details, babygirl. When is a good time for you to help me with my work?" I asked.
"During study hall I guess. We can just go to the library and work it out" She said. "Any other time before that. I don't trust being with you after school"
"Oh, you scared" I laughed. "It's straight"
"Rakim, we need to talk" Whitney stood infront of me.
"You-have-to-wait." My words were as short and detached as a staccato.
"No" Whitney said plainly.
"Aight, I'ma catch up with you Dianna" I stood up from the lunch table.
We slipped out of the lunch room and stood on the side of the building.
"What was that?" She asked calmly.
"You knew Travis' ass was running for 6th street and you didn't.say.shit.to.me. So you loyal to Travis now? And you told me to leave you alone too. I was having a conversation"
"You won't even that mad this morning. I don't care for your attitude, Rakim"
"Stop checking for me then. Fuck you talking 'bout? You know what the situation is so don't act stupid. I can't believe you or Travis dumbass. I was going to find out either way. Bye"
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5th street crusing.
Music off.
Guns inspected.
Laying low.
The wind whipped through the van and I inhaled deep, relaxing a bit as we turned the corner.
I pushed my gun up out the window as we cruised down the street.
"Don't shoot at Travis" I mumbled, catching my first glimpse of them 6th Street Bum Boyz, while pulling my mask down.
I flexed my wrist, and I guess I got too excited cause I started popping off before we even pulled up.
Everyone in the car followed suit, and we sped up when we whipped by, and skirted all the way out of the neighborhood.
Travis wasn't even out.
Bitch ass nigga.
I eased up to my aunts house and got out the car.
While I was walking down the side of her house, I heard Travis suppress a cough. News travels fast.
I twisted the wet rag in my hand and bent my knees a little.
I heard him jogging in the slick grass.
"Hup!" He released a breath of air upon impact.
After I tackled him, I kicked at his sides, pushing a gun down deeper into his pants.
He dug his nails into my skin and punched up at me. We were so close that it didn't do much.
I pulled at one of his braids and shoved the rag up over his mouth.
His fight weakened and he went limp.
Ask me what my favorite liquid is, and I'll say Chloroform.
The sweet smelling devil.
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Whup!
The sharp sound of the butt end of a pistol whipping through the air ended on Travis' face.
He got up, startled.
And also tied to a chair.
"6th street. . . out of all the fuck niggas you could've rolled with, you chose 6th street?" I asked.
Blood rolled down his chin and he grunted deeply.
"I should kill you right now, but I don't feel like hearing that lady's mouth"
Pink bonnet lady.
I laughed. "Matter of fact, I could use an infiltrator. And if you try to play me, I'm fucking you up" I handed my gun off. My heart thumped up against my chest and it felt like it was pushing me forward. "I'ma let you go, but say anything, and I'ma put your own gang on you and retaliate on the account of what went down with my pops"
Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump, bump, bump bump.
I could hear my heart in my ears.
Adrenaline rushed through me, and the best idea that I currently had was getting the fuck out of there.
"You don't know me, Rakim. I hope you burn up in hell. You are literally the last person I wish I was related to-"
"Boo hoo, bitch" I started to put my jacket on.
"Ayo, fuck yo pops! Fuck yo crew! Y'all just as weak as y'all claim we is! My niggas'a ride for me, no question. You sparing me cause we got similar DNA? Wanting me to ride with you? All you doing is showing your boys that you a bitch. A straight pussy dawg"
I yanked Rich's gun from off of his side, and pressed it all the way up against Travis head, pushing him around with it.
He spat his bloody saliva on the crotch of my jeans. "Now you on your period, bitch"
I shot up at the ceiling before shoving the hot metal up in his mouth. "Fuck who?" I pushed it to the back of his mouth. "I said I'd save the lady a heartache, I didn't say it was necessary. But you talking real stupid out your motherfuckin' mouth"
Forced tears flowed out of his mouth and he unsuccessfully suppressed a gag.
I felt powerful because I was once on the other end of the gun.
"The next time I'ma make you suck it on camera" I gave Rich his gun back and he hesitantly accepted.
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