Brought Into This Life

Chapter 1

~ Santana ~

( Gun Shots )

As I take off around the corner I hear at least six gun shots. I'm not sure who they hit or who they was for, but I kept running. My niggas Nisha Jay and Noodles was behind me. Everything seemed to blur out because it was so dark from me and Dontae's people shooting and hitting all the street lights to be in the shadows from being seen.

We run farther and farther til we don't hear gun shots no more. By the time we stop we had just approached our safe house. a.k.a our hideout , and we walked in breathless. My chest was pounding, and aching with a burn. "Aye dawg we ain't going back out tonight. Shits to dangerous man". Said Noodles. "Yeah dude, we straight. We in anyways", I say walking towards the kitchen. "Y'all ever think, one of these days Dontae's girls gone realize they up against California's drug Lords?" I ask, taking a drink of my water. "To be honest, ion even think they know who you is Santana ", says Noodles. Still trying to catch her breath. I walk back to the living room and take a seat. " Yo man, I ain't gone flex. One of these days I'm a march in Dontae's shit and let that nigga know who he fuckin' with. That nigga so anti social he don't know half of the outside world. He got his bitches poppin' at us like he know us. First thing tomorrow I'm going to that nigga crib and letting his bitch ass know wassup!" I say with a straight face. " Hell Yeah man! Dontae got shit fucked up yo. We on nem hoes. Let's do that shit Saturday night". Nisha jays says. "Fasho. We on that shit dude". I say. "Bet!" Nisha Jay and Noodles says in unison.