Back In The Game

Chapter 8

LaShawn's POV

I was still sort of smiling when I went to meet my boys on 77th. My smile quickly faded, though, when I saw what was going on.

"It's the niggas from Queens," Chris whispered to me. There were a couple other niggas from our gang on the scene, but we were outnumbered by a few.

"So what's the hold up," one of the niggas asked. I knew he was packing heat up under him. It's just what they do.

Zeke speaks for us. "We just need a couple more days, and I can gaurantee that everything will be ready."

"You have exactly 72 hours or im bustin' a cap in every last one of yall," he says. Nobody says anything else as they turn to leave.

"Nigga, what was that?!" I ask Zeke.

"I guess they couldn't wait any longer. But we gettin' the rest of their shit later tonight so we're stright," he tells me.

"You better be right. I dont have time for this shit. I don't even know why I agreed to this," I say, and head back home.

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I don't need any trouble with anybody so I go the the ATM to get Steven's money. I don't have any way to let him know that I have his money so I call Zeke.

"You know where Steven is bruh?"

"Nahh, but I can give you his number."

A few seconds later I'm dialing Steven.

"Hello?"

I take a deep breath before I answer him.

"Hey it's Shawn. I just wanted you to known I have your money. When do you want it?" I'm very eager to get this situation off my hands.

"Meet me on 22nd Street at 3:00 a.m. tomorrow morning," he says and hangs up.

It's already 2:30 in the morning but I really want to talk to Marie before I go to sleep.

"Hello?" she answers, her slurred accent even sexier when she is waking up.

"Hey I didn't want to wake you but I just wanted to see if you were okay?"

"Yeah, im fine. Why wouldn't I be," she ask. I don't have an answer to her question, I really just needed a reason to talk to her.

"No reason just checking. Well goodnight."

"Goodnight LaShawn." she says and hangs up.

Marie's POV

I really hate that alarm. I get up to turn it off. I rush to get ready, not wanting to work today at all. I'd much rather hang out with my girls, or even LaShawn.

I turn on my car and start to work. It's the same thing ever day. I ring up customers, restock shelves, and answer costumer questions.

"Excuse me, do you this in a size 7?" a woman asked me.

Of course we don't, it's not on the shelf is it?

"I'll, check in the back." I tell her. I only say that so she has no reason to ask me again. I walk to the back, pretend to look around, and walk back out.

"No ma'am, we don't," I tell her.

The day goes on like that and by the time my shift is over, I'm beyond ready to go home. As I am starting my car, my phone rings. It's LaShawn.

"Hello?"

"Hey, how are you," he asks me.

"Im good, I'm just getting off of work, what about you,"