Bite Size Trouble (Urban)

Trouble this way

Mase spotted Trouble and Maine leaving out of Mo's apartment complex. He knew something was up the moment he saw them. They were way out of their hustle jurisdiction on this block. They were Willow's boys and this whole area belonged to Street. Which meant they weren't supposed to be there and if they were, it wasn't for a social call.

Maine lit up a Dutch Master as soon as he stepped out to the sidewalk. Trouble was behind him. Mase noticed the blood on Maine's jeans and sprinkles of it on Maine's tank top. Maine looked at Mase as he approached Trouble and him and didn't seem fazed about his appearance.

"What's up, blood?" Mase said.

Mason Thurman, alias Mase, was a member of the Killa Hill Street Bloods, a local gang that donned the red bandana and rag as their lifestyle. Mase was a true gang-banger and even had tattoo teardrops on his right eye to prove what lengths he would go for his set. Mase was no pushover and was born hustler. So much so that Willow and Street wanted him to work for them but he never was into being told what to do. Even in his own gang, he was consider an OG (Original Gangster), someone that earned their stripes and therefore he had be addressed with respect. He was the head of his own chapter of the Blood Disciples and he ran them like a ruthless crew. He had more fear in the streets than the top two drug lords combined and that was saying something.

"You know I hate that," Maine said taking another hit of his blunt.

Maine hated being called 'blood'. It was really a form of disrespect for an actual Blood gang member to say that to you unless you were a part of that lifestyle and was 'flagging'. Usually a Blood would say that if he wanted to see if you claimed a set at all. If you didn't or said the wrong one, it was war right there on the streets. Maine was far from a Blood but he knew the life and if any other Blood member said that, he would have shot the person right on the spot. No question asked. But Mase was different and even though Maine hated that Mase saying that to him, he gave Mass a pass.

"It's gravy," Mase said with a smile. "What y'all two fucks doing over this side of town?"

"Minding our own fucking business," Trouble snapped.

Mase laughed. Trouble was a little too big for his britches in Mase's opinion. Trouble looked like a pretty boy but the kid did put in work. He had just as many war scars as Mase even though they weren't on his face.

"Damn, man man, chill out," Mase said. "You losing it."

Trouble ignored Mase and walked towards his car, a black Cadillac Escalade sitting on glowing rotating rims.

Mase shook his head as Trouble past him.

"I don't get it, man man," Mase said to Maine. "What's his attitude?"

"You know why he don't fuck with you," Maine said. "Well, not you, you know..."

"Ah, come on, man man," Mase said. "That wasn't even our set. Just some punks flagging claiming our line."

"Tell him that," Mase said watching Trouble get in the driver seat of the luxury SUV.

Trouble's little brother got murdered during a shootout concerning some rivalry with two warring gangs. One happened to a Blood gang, but not the one Mase was affiliated with. Trouble went ballistic after that. He really didn't care about anything anymore. He was ruthless before. After that, he was heartless. He wanted to get at the people that shot at his brother. He didn't care if it was accidental. But no Blood gang would admit who was out there that dreadful night, even Mase and Mase used to be cool with Trouble. But Mase's code to his Blood Brothers were more important than any outside friendship. However, the other gang involved never said a peep either and Trouble didn't know anything about who the Bloods had problems with so he was at loss, both ways. So he disregarded all gangs as if they all were a plague. If one of them show much as stepped out of line, Trouble was quick to put the hurt on them, no matter who they were connected with. Mase got the jest of Trouble's anger and he wish he could help Trouble get some closure. But some stuff was even out of his hands.