Raised in a Gang

Chapter 22

Ray POV

"I dunno anymore. Who gives a fuck? Shit happens." Chresanto said as he took a puff of the blunt we were passing around.

It was an hour after my shift and me and the guys were chilling at Jacob's house.

"Man, you crazy." Myles said as he held the blunt out for Craig. "My girl would flip shits if she found out I was doing this shit. I'd like to keep shit a secret for as long as I can." He exhaled the smoke and kicked his sneakers off.

"I tried, but she went nuts. Been like that a lot lately. Always moody and shit. I'm glad we broke up, I was getting tired of them mood swings anyway."

"Man, Myles right. You crazy as hell." I took the blunt from Jacob. "You had a good female on your shoulders and you just let her go. Didn't even try to keep her. One fuck up and you done." I shook my head and took a second puff. I let the smoke linger in my system for a few seconds before exhaling through my nose

"Nigga what?" Chres said snatching the blunt from me. "You the same nigga who fucked up my relationship with Mickie and you got the nerve to tell me it's my fault?" He inhaled and shook his head.

"First of motherfucking all," I sat up straighter and held ny finger out, "ain't shit my fault when EJ the one who pulled the trigger." Chresanto smacked his teeth and sat back. "Secondly, yo ass the one who called Mickie a bitch. You deserve to be single now, bitch."

"Don't call me no bitch, nigga." Chresanto frowned. "If there's anything I am, it certainly aint no bitch."

I rolled my eyes and took the blunt from Jacob as it came back around the rotation. "This some good shit," Craig coughed. He always was a bitch when smoking, "Where'd you get this from?"

"I know a guy." Jacob said.

"Yeah, one of them Mexicans who crossed the border." EJ laughed as he took the blunt from Craig.

"You racist bitch." I scoffed, "Watch how you fucking talk to my bro."

EJ shrugged and rolled his eyes. I got the blunt from Jacob and took two puffs. Puff. Puff. Pass.

Since the night EJ shot Lucky, we haven't been on good terms. Regardless of how many times he's apologized or how many times people said it wasn't his fault, I was still pissed. He shot Lucky, and that wasn't a part of the plan, and because of his recklessness and stupidity, Tyra broke up with me.

"Is widdle Way-Way still mad at EJ?" J.L. cooed in a baby voice.

I sent a death glare across the circle and scoffed. "No shit. I lost my girlfriend because of him."

"When the hell did y'all get official?" Craig asked.

"Since before you became in debt from low mixtape sales, bitch." I snapped.

"That doesn't even make sense." Craig coughed.

"Shut the fuck up." I took a puff from the blunt and passed it on.

The group laughed and took turns hitting the blunt. When it was finally finished, Chres stomped it out and went to go pee. The rest of us went to raid Jacob's kitchen to find something for our munchies. It took the big pan of baked chicken and threw it in the oven.

I waited for the chicken to warm up before I took it out the oven and sat it on the stove. J.L. gave me a knife to cut the chicken and Myles heat up a big container full of rice and beans.

"Damn, Jacob. You sure as hell got that good food."

"Tortillas in the cabinet. I can make some wraps with the arroz con frijoles." Jacob suggested.

"Man, that shit sound exotic." I said in awe. "Lemme try that sh--"

The doorbell rang, cutting my sentence short. I went to answer the door with Myles and was almost shocked to see who it was.

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