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Thrashing the streets since the age of sixteen, "Ghost" has mold into a global figure. From selling nickel bags to becoming the most notorious, youngest druglord straight out of Harlem .. well ex-druglord ..
When "ghost" is released...
I zipped up my jacket and tied up my shoes. It was still at the peak of dawn which was good time for a morning run.
Albee💙. : where you at? We need to talk.
I shut my phone off and place it in my mini-backpack along with my gatorade. He was just gone have to wait.
"Good morning Brenda." I greeted her.
"Hey Erica!" She been extra nice to me lately, probably wanna fuck me but that'll be gross. I'll neva feast off my homie's sloppy seconds.
I exited out of the building and began running down the dirty route. There weren't anyone out yet except a few crackheads.
Bey was at my Mom house since yesterday after Nicki has slashed her tires. Word got around that Bey was entertaining some bitch at the strip club so the rest was history ..
I plugged my earphones into my ear and jetted across a street. I circled around the park a few times before speeding up again.
Then I saw HER.
I slowed down coming close to the building she was standing in front of. She was ranting on the phone with somebody.
I slowed down coming close to the building she was standing in front of. She was ranting on the phone with somebody.
Almost on cue, some fuzzy dude rushed out waving papers in his hand. She quickly hang up the phone and turned to him.
I paused for sec ..
He was complaining about something, pointing at the papers with a disapproval face expression.
"Alright!" She shouted.
He shook his head.
"You betta!" He warned and stormed off back inside building.
What was that about?
"Ms. Santana .." Her driver hopped out of the SUV and guided her to the door. She glanced at me, shocked, but smiles.
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He shuts the door behind her and jogs over to the drive's side, pulling off afterwards with a mug on his face. I shook my head, laughing to myself and continue to run my route.
Dammit!
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