~August pov~
I woke up to the sound of my phone beeping. Damn! I knew there was something I had to attend to. I checked the time on the phone after turning off the alarm and it read '01:15 am' and I also noticed there was a few messages. I hate night shifts.
I got up and freshened up in my bathroom. I checked myself in the mirror and I couldn't help notice the fine specimen looking back. I mean I'm not all that but anyway I'm 17 yrs, 6'2, caramel skin tone, curly short hair, brown eyes.
My phone beeped again. It was a message and it read:
^Text Message:
Terrell: "Aye nigga, come on now, get your black ass here!"
Me: "Alright damn! I'm own my way"
Terrell: "That shouldn't be the case considering the fact that you were supposed to be here 30 minutes ago!"
Me: "fuck you -__-"
^end of Text Message^
Smart-mouth. Terrell is my nigga. We go way back so basically we brothers.
I get my car keys, the stash and headed out. I decided to keep the stash with me since I'm gang leader and its my responsibility to make sure everything is exactly the way it was ordered out to be.
I get there and I find Terrell and my other niggas, Andre, Quincy and Jamil standing, passing a blunt around. The fuck!?! In the middle of a deal and they are doing this, are they serious?
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Ghetto Hustle- An August Alsina story
FanfictionAugust (otherwise known as Bandz) is your average teenager by day and a master drug-lord by night. Only 17, he is the boy you would warn your daughters and sisters about but yet again, the guy who every girl -including the 'innocent ones' want- he c...
