Rider Die*on hold*

Chapter 1

Zamara POV

"I'm sorry, Boss. They tricked us, Into giving them the money."Kince said.

"Go get the guys ready. It's a meeting."i said mad as hell.

I put on some glittery gold shorts, and a red crop top, that said 'OBEY', in red writing.

I threw my hair into a bun, brushed my teeth and lotioned up.

After that, I grabbed my keys and phone.

"Dad I'm leaving."i said. "whea you gone."dad asked.

"To the trap."i say, leaving. I got in my car and speed of to the trap house.

I went to the meeting room, and everyone stood there, except one.

"Where the fuck is, Tyler."i asked. Everyone shrugged there shoulder and the door opened.

It revealed Tyler. "Where the hell was you."I asked.

"Umh, I was at home."He said searching the back of his head.

He went to his seat and I sat down in my pink sparkly chair.

"WHEA THE FUCK MY MONEY AT."i yelled.

"I already told you, they tricked us."Kince said annoyed.

"Nigga don't give me that fuckin' excuse."i say looking at him.

"We'll it's the truth."He mumbled.

I rolled my eyes. "Lord knows, if I don't get my money, back somebody gone six feet under."i say looking up.

Ice POV

"So, did you get my money."I asked.

"Here, ice."James said handing me a heavy bag.

"Gotta make sure this shit real."i say holding up a load of hundreds to the sunlight.

"Yeah, dis shit real."I smirked. "So who we gone at next, huh."Caleb asked.

"A bitch named Mercy, wit ha crew, I bet dis gone be easy."I challenged.

"Who the fuck is Mercy."Mac asked.

"nigga, she the biggest dope dealer in NOLA."i fronted.

"But we in New Orleans."De said.

"*laughs*De, you funny. bruh, dis shit serious."I confronted.

I pulled up a picture of Mercy, on Instagram.

"She fine as fuck."James complimented.

"That ass doe."Caleb says, double tapping my phone.

She instantly replied on a secret wall.

Mercy- nigga, how nice of you to double tap me. but guess what, yo crew goin down

Me:actually, that was Caleb,and is that a challenge

Mercy-nigga, duh. Dope boy, cray cray, over dis ass

Me-we'll see ya at the battlefield

Mercy-unless it goes down naa

Me-whatchu mean

Mercy-bye

Mercy POV

These niggas think I'm falling for they trap, when they actually falling for mine.

"Go get in gear,"i ordered the guys as I put my bull-it proof attire on over my clothes.

I locked the room and we headed to Ice trap house.

Our distraction, Andre knocked on the door and some man opened the door.

Andre POV

"Hi,you sell dope right."i asked. "It depends, are we gettin' arrested."?? asked.

"No, I need some weed."i lied. What nigga in they right mind, let's a stranger come into they trap house?

He led me into a room, filled all of his crew.

My heart dropped. If I got caught they could jump and kill me.

"Weed please?"i asked. "Here,"Ice said.

"Where my money at."He asked.

"Umh, lemme go get the money. I'll be right back."i say as mercy and some people on my team snuck in and got our money back.

I left and got into one of the cars and we went back to the house.

Ice POV

When that nigga left, I went to the private room and rolled a blunt.

I looked in the drawer and all my money was gone.

"Oh fuck no."i say,snorting cocaine, and smoking a blunt at the same time.