America

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( ( Marco P.O.V. ) )

We got to the trap house. I'm packing things getting ready to do this deal later tonight at this club. I would of told America about the deal but then i knew she was going to want to tag along and she done already been threw enough, i didn't want to put her threw any more than what she already is ,plus i told her she was done with that shit and that's what i meant. "How are we gonna get the products in the club without getting caught?" Meechie said and August moved the coke from the table to a box

"The club owner know whats supposed to happen tonight. We got everything covered" I smiled then started bagging weed.

"August your not even supposed to be having any contact with weed. What you really here for?" Meechie hissed at him and I looked at August. I didn't know he wasn't supposed to have any contact with any of this stuff. He called me to get business here . Something not right about this picture at all.

"Shut up Meechie man, damn" August said standing up. August have a short temper so I don't know how long Meechie been knowing him but i suggest he shut up before he do some damage to him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked and he stopped what he was doing. August don't scare me one bit. He might scare other niggas but that shit don't work with me.

"Cause I have my reasons Marco. Just trust me."

"Okay, don't get your ass in trouble dawg" I shook my head and he went back to puttiing stuff in a box

I sat in that jail cell and thought about last night. August was sitting next to me chillen and Meechie was shaking the bars on the cell. "Let me out!" he yelled and I chuckled.You could tell he haven't been to jail before because he goin wild right now.

"If you don't sit yo ass down Meech , I promise you man... I promise im gonna beat yo ass" You could hear the anger in August voice. Meechie looked at August like he was stupid and the officer came up to the cell

"DaMarco, come with me. August and Meechie, you guys are up for one phone call" The reason why the officer isn't calling Meechie by his first name is because Meechie was so out of it he wouldn't tell the officer his real name. The officer that took us in was the one who took me to the program the day I got shot and stuff. He's pretty cool. I walked into the room for questioning and I had the same ass hole of an officer from last time

"Here's the thing Marco. We've found enough evidence to pin point that you were there when Mani was shot" I was taking in everything he was saying "You are gonna be held in jail until trial DaMarco" the officer shook his head. I just sat there and looked at him. "The trial is in a month"

"Well can I call my girlfriend and tell her what's going on?" I sighed. I'm not gonna be able to see my baby in I don't know how long. She deserves to know why her man not coming home tonight.

"Yeah" he opened the door and I went to make my phone call.

( ( America P.O.V. ) )

I haven't slept in one whole day.. I been up ever since Marco left yesterday. I haven't gotten a phone call, and neither has Camile or Victoria. I've been walking around the house trying to find little things to do so I wouldn't have to think about it. Cleaning, changing the furniture around .. just anything to take my mind off things "Stop worrying America, they probably went out and got messed up... They'll be home later"

"I don't know if Marco told August what's been going on and August got back to you but things been fucked up lately" I shook my head and my phone started ringing