Boondocks: The Hood Edition

Mischievous

Riley's POV~

"Yoooo! Dat shit wus crazy! Y'all two is some dumbass, dangerous ass niggas!" I shout ova they music. I still feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins.

After the police had gave up on chasin us, we decided to crash at Ed's crib. We got the gangsta music playin loud on Ed's stereo dat he gots in here.

"We ain't grab da kid y'all was talm bout! What we gon do now?!" I shout again as I sit my controller down on the glass table in front of me.

Ed blows smoke into the air then smirks.

"Chill out, lil nigga. I know how da lil fucka look now. When we see that bitch, we grabbin her on sight." Ed chuckles then hits the blunt again.

I jump a little as Rummy shoots bullet after bullet straight through the middle of a dummies head, destroying it completely.

I stand from the couch then turn the stereo down some. "So uh..what we gon do next? Y'all look like y'all finsta stay in for a while."

We can't stop now. I still feel pumped up to do some more gangsta shit. This just the beginning.

"Naw, Reezy. We dones foe the day." Rummy says. Ed relaxes on the couch, proppin his feet up on the glass table.

"Come on, Man! Dat shit we did at da skoo was lit! I gots so much energy in me after dat. Come on!" I beg. I ain't ever begged so hard in my life. That shit we did put so much thug into me. I feels like I was definitely meant to be a Gangsta now.

"Nah. We gots plans tomorrow though. And unless we can get Tom Dubious' address then we ain't doin shit else today. We already missed our court date but ion give a fuck about dat shit." Rummy explains, still droppin rounds.

I scratch the back of my head. Tom Dubious. Damn, that name sounds familiar. I Sit back down on the couch.

"Can I ass a question?..it's a serious one.."

Rummy stops shooting his gun and turns to me, throwing the gun over his shoulder, securing it on the strap that's wrapped around his back. Ed turns his head towards me.

I get a lil nervous in dis bitch. "So uh.. why we doin nis shit?" I reluctantly ask. They don't like to be questioned. It brings suspiciousness, but I had to ask.

Last week they had asked me if I wanted to do some Gangsta shit with them. I didn't ask any questions about it and told them Hell yeah I was down, but I feel like if I know why we're even doin this then it'll create more of a purpose for me.

Rummy narrows his eyes at me. "Snitches get stitches. You gotta remember that shit if we tell you."

Ed nods his head, agreeing. I instantly shake my head Yeah with a smirk. "I'm y'alls nigga, mane. I ain't a snitch, ight. If I'ms lyin I'm dyin."

Rummy sighs, turnin the stereo completely off then sits on the other white fur couch that's in here. It's completely silent now.

"Okay, lil nigga," Ed starts. "We was s'posed to kidnap Tom Dubious only child and force him to drop his case against us. He tryna take our drug empire down."

"And we don't really like that as you can see." Rummy shakes his head.

"We failed today. We ain't takin no more loses."

"So what we doin tomorrow den?" I ask.

Ed puts out the blunt he was smokin then stands up. "Robbin a bank." He smirks. Aw hell yea.

"Yea yea, nigga! What's tha occasion?"

"Check dis out. Toms wife, Mrs. Dubious and him invests in this particular bank ats right downtown. If we gotta lose our freedom cause of Toms case then that bitch nigga gotta lose money Plus dat kid of his." Rummy sounded serious.