(Rashad in the picture above)
Ace POV
Even after the funeral I couldn't accept the fact that my right hand man was gone. I'm hurt but my dad always told me real niggas don't cry. At first I was acting hard trying not to cry but I had to. I'm still a real nigga always been and always will be. I knew that nigga for a long ass time he was like my little brother. We hit licks together,fought together,busted shots together,and hit these blocks and sold dope together.
Flashback
"Bro them niggas got at least like 5g's a piece my nigga. We gotta hit that spot tonight.You in or out my nigga?"
Shad was always the dare devil.He always did shit and didn't even think about the consequences. He just really ain't give a fuck. He had the mentality of whatever happened just happened.
"Calm down my nigga damn. We gonna hit that spot definitely but not tonight. You don't know what kind of shit is up in there or how many niggas be up in that bitch. We gotta do some homework at least first"
"Fuck homework nigga we just gonna go up in there and take all that shit . I mean everything and if anybody jump stupid we gonna start poppin' niggas no questions or nothing"
I just looked at this nigga and laughed he don't never wanna listen. But you know a hard head makes a soft ass.
Flashback Over
I knew bro would trip if he seen all these fake motherfuckers tryna act like they fucked with him.
But I ain't even tripping. Later that night I hit the bar. I just needed to clear my head. Seeing Jordynn and Lil Layah like that had me fucked up man.
"Can I get you a drink?"
"Give me a double shot of patron"
The little short dark skin bartender passed me my drink and moved on down to the next person seated at the bar. I took them shits back quick. I checked my phone it was 11:30 already. I plan on getting out of here by like 12.
"Nigga you good?"
My nigga Zi sat next to me at the bar. I ain't see this nigga in a couple months but we was still good though. I knew him since middle school days.After high school he left and moved to Philly. I heard he was back in town for a couple weeks but I ain't expect to see him here.
"Yeah I'm good nigga."
"I heard what happened to Shad that shit fucked up man"
"Oh yeah? How you catch wind of that all the way in Philly?"
"Nigga you know the streets talk. Shad's name ring bells everywhere. That nigga was moving weight and making money forreal."
"Yeah"
"Speaking of that shit man you ain't gon' like what I'm bout to tell you but you need to watch ya back cause word out is they coming for you next"
I ain't even wanna hear this dumb shit Zi had to say. If niggas want me they know where to find me.
"Word?"
I got up dapped Zi up and left that raggedy ass bar. That just wasn't the shit I wanted to hear after burying my brother.
I headed over to the trap. Niggas been slacking since Shad died but shit needed to get back on track asap. I need them niggas who killed my brother gone. This shit hit us all hard but since niggas looking for me we can't get caught slipped out and this would be the perfect time for them niggas to strike again. When I pulled up I only seen Black and Coolly cars outside.
