Clarity.

Next Step.

August.

I walked into the house and sighed as I slapped hands wit Dex. I guess today da day we startin to go through wit our plan, but niggas been ready since the first day we discussed it.

We been meetin at India's crib discussin and goin over the plans for the last three weeks. Dexter eventually had somebody come out and disable all the cameras and microphones in here and shit.

"Wus poppin." I said as I sat on the couch and looked around.

India's place was still trashed from HaKeem losin his shit. I sighed as Dexter's phone rung. As soon as we heard his phone goin off, Keem walked through the front door.

"Wus good." HaKeem said, dappin me up and then walkin over to his older brother next.

"Dis nigga here." Dexter said chucklin to himself.

"Aye look. I'on know what y'all got goin on but I know I just crossed paths wit Kimberly and we got us a solid." HaKeem sat down on the couch.

"You on yo mastermind shit, huh? Let me hear some then, nigga."

I ain't 'een have shit to say right now. All I know is niggas is tired of waitin. Either we gone go get our girl or we let her rot wit them. We all been sittin around tryna be patient but after a while dat shit gets annoyin.

"We run in one of Ale's warehouses and air that bitch out. Anybody dat ain't come wit us, dead off top. If India ain't in that hoe then we run in another one. We do dat until we find her." HaKeem suggested.

I looked over at him. Dis nigga is a fuckin idiot. That shit would never work. He tryna get the job done on some sloppy shit and we all gone fuck around and get banked or dropped.

"Did you think dat shit through?" Dexter asked his lil brother the question we both was thinkin.

"I'm just tryna think of a way to make sure my big sister make it home." HaKeem said.

I dragged my hand down my face before speakin. "We got a plan. One we puttin into motion tonight, and niggas need you on board. Shit, India need you on board. Her life might be dependin on it." I told Keem.

The nigga was just lost right now and needed a lil guidance until he was back on all ten. I think HaKeem bein so misunderstood is da real reason we start kickin it. We both faced da same difficulties growin up so it's like in a way, if don't nobody understand him, I do.

"What y'all got in mind?" HaKeem asked as Dexter's phone went off again.

"Aye, hold on. This dat nigga Von callin again," Dex called out before answerin his phone and puttin it on speaker.

"Wus good, nigga? You got some new information already?" He said into the phone. We all just sat waitin for a response until we heard a soft voice on the other line.

"Dexter." India called out.

We all looked up at the sound of her voice. Dexter scrunched his face up as he moved his head back.

"Fuck you doin wit dis nigga Von?" Dexter asked India.

"It's a lot to explain. Listen, I'm ok now. I promise." India informed us.

"Put Von on da phone." Was all Dexter said.

I got up and walked out da house. We was just wit these niggas, mane. And you meanin to tell me we ain't see through da bullshit?

I grabbed an already rolled blunt out of my car before sparkin it. Dis what niggas wasn't on today. All da stressful shit. I'on think mufuckas takin me serious when I say we bringin India home and anybody dat get in our way, gotta go. This shit not a game nomore.

Bodies fina be droppin left to right and i'm just ready to hit go. She been gone too long and niggas gotta pay for dat one fact alone. I heard da door open behind me but I didn't look back.

"They say they got a straight connect to da nigga Ale. I guess one of their yungins fuck around wit em. Dude called da lil nigga for dis specific job, which was involvin India. Wit'out knowin shit about what's goin on, lil dude called Von nem on some he fucked up shit." Dexter said, sittin on da steps next to me.

"Not only was dis nigga plannin on killin all four of us, but he plannin on forcing India to give birth before he off her too." HaKeem jumped in the conversation.

I finally looked up. These niggas gotta be bluffing. If they not, dis mystery nigga Ale really on one. He don't een know that he just officially sighed his death wish.

This shit getting out of hand, forreal. If niggas had beef they could've just came straight to da source. How you involvin a woman in the mix? I know dis street shit had no rules doe, so how mad can I really be?

Me and India's brothers all know da game. Shit, even her new nigga know how dirty you gotta get yo hands when you deep in the streets. India ain't crossed off no lists just because of who she kin to, we all see it now.

"Nigga say some. I know when you ain't sayin shit, it's a wrap." Dexter said as I passed the blunt to him.

"Ain't too much to say. Da shit not happenin, under no circumstances. Is you gone let dat shit fly? You talkin bout I need to speak up, no nigga y'all need to. Y'all da two mufuckas need to be worried about." I slightly chuckled.

"I just had a few words wit lil bro, and it's still a go. We still doin shit our way and dats how we gone get India ass back, no doubt. On God, i'ma just say dis shit one time.. i'm merkin anybody that get in my way and dats on my mama." Dexter sparked another blunt as he spoke.

I got up and looked at the time. We had an hour until it hit midnight. I'm fina get fucked up until then doe and that's a fact.