Naomi Parker struggles to get through her last year of high school without her brother, Raymond, who has gone MIA. Raymond is the only one who can help her deal with their drug addicted mother. Because of the absence of Naomi's brother, Naomi finds...
I walked into the residence of Haze, the former leader of the business. Damn, I can't believe you gone.
I walked pass the runners, who were collecting more supply from the distributors. I continued up to the office... or should I say my office. I was waiting for Terror (Trey) to get there because he said he had an update for me. We were tryna figure out why we were losing customers lately. About a minute after I got settled, Terror walked in.
"Wassup?" Terror dapped me up.
"You tell me." I said before leaning back into the leather rolling chair behind the desk.
"So apparently there's a new nigga we gotta worry 'bout. They been selling on the low."
"Who the fuck bold enough to take over our territory?" I scrunched up my face.
"I don't know, but they got another thing coming if they think they can get away with it."
"You got a name?"
"Yeah, Blue. I ain't never heard of that nigga till now."
"Nah, find out who the fuck this nigga is...I want a government name. So I know exactly who I'm wiping out." I said coldly.
"Aight, I got you boss. We still investigating Haze's murder too. We ain't 'gon rest till we find out what happened to our nigga."
"Word up. Find out that info for me tho, and I'll keep investigating."
Not even a minute after Terror left, my phone buzzed. It was a text from my friend, Stephanie.
Your food is ready to be picked up.
Thanks Steph, I'm on my way now.
I grabbed my jean jacket and headed to my car. About thirty minutes later, I was in front of Harry's Chicken Shack.
"Steph!" I greeted my friend as soon as I walked in. She was sweeping the floor.
This is Stephanie
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"Hey Ray." She smiled and side hugged me.
"How you been?" I asked before sitting at one of the tables in the restaurant.
"I'm good, can't complain. You?"
"I'm hanging in there. I just let my little sis move in with me; she wasn't doing too well with my mom." I told her. Stephanie and I had known each other since we were kids, so she knew all about my mom.
