(Book 1)
Lanae Roberts moves out of her hometown after her mother was killed by gang members. She leaves without contacting most of her family members and friends, including Omari, a family friend that she has grown feelings for.
After three years...
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"Nigga, lemme get sum' tea. It's hot as fuck out here." Bean said holding his hand out.
I looked up at him with low eyes, "Hell nah. You better take yo' ass to the corner store and get yo' own shit."
"Man, I hate stingy niggas." Bean smacked his lips causing everybody to laugh.
Me and my niggas is all chilling in front of Nick's crib. Me, Bean, Nick, Sunny, and Chris. The usual, like always. We were just coming back from a gang meeting. Turns out, the nigga I shot the other day is in critical condition at somebody's hospital. I'm not tripping off of him not being dead. He was just an example for the rest of them little niggas in YNG.
"So what y'all think 'bout that lil' nigga in the hospital? I know we already discussed it at the meeting, but I'm still thinkin' 'bout it." Chris questioned, sitting on the trunk of my car.
"I don't give ah fuck whether he survive or not," I shrugged, "That lil' nigga is still an example to YNG."
"I feel the same way," Sunny spoke before taking a pull from the blunt we were passing around. "Either way it go, it's still gon' stir sum shit up."
"Facts, dawg." Bean agreed.
"We just gon' have to be alert at all times." Nick chimed in.
"Most definitely." I nodded my head before taking the blunt from Sunny's hand.
"Fuck 'em pussy niggas, bruh." Bean laughed. "I'm proud of my lil' nigga right here," he pointed at Chris.
"Hell yeah, son." Sunny smiled. "My nigga got his diploma and shit."
"Right," Nick exclaimed, "lil' Chris smart as fuck, homie."
"Yeah, that's why I need you to go to the next level." I said, looking at him as I exhaled some smoke. I could tell he wasn't trying to listen to what I had to say because he wasn't feeling the whole college thing. "C'mere man."
He blew out a breath before hopping off my car and making his way over to me.
"Oh, hell nah." Bean smacked his lips, grabbing the blunt from me, "Yo' ass tryna preach and shit. Let my lil' nigga relax."
