Being the only girl in the gang was hard. Listening to all their problems and nastiness was the usual.
She noticed him. She did even if he didn't feel like it.
He didn't have to do all this, but she was his ride or die no matter what.
They roughed up Albert and Rico then they invited us inside.
"Aye this your girl?" One of them asked
Brandon got shy and stuttered out, "M-y-yeah."
"Aww, okay. Why you need pops anyway?"
"I got into some t-trouble the other day and I need some help. Flaco stole my shoes." It got silent.
"Go in and talk to pops. We'll keep them company."
Brandon left and all 5 of us sat down.
It had been about 30 minutes. We were just chilling and watching fighting videos. Then this man walked in and started talking at Albert. My nigga couldn't catch a break.
"What you got on Nephew? I beat the gorillas nigga." He pulled the gun from his hip and waved it around recklessly.
"Sir, he didn't mean anything. He ju-" the man looked at me then smiled. That smile soon turned up into a snarl.
He fired in the air and I heard a baby cry amongst all the yelling we were doing.
"Aye! AYE! NIGGA YOU FIRING SHIT OFF IN HERE IN FRONT OF MY KIDS AND BABY?" Marlon yelled out. He looked at me and got even more mad.
"My fucking niece is here too?! Nigga sit yo ass down. Venus and Brandon, go home."
Brandon grabbed my hand and walked with me to the door
Marlons sons led us outside and told us to hop in the car.
"What's the point of going with y'all if you don't know where Flaco is?" Rico asked.
"If you roll with us you'll run into Flaco tonight." The one with the longest set of dreads said.
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