All or Nothing

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The needle buzzes as it darts across my skin. Surprisingly, I don't wince; this is my ninth tattoo. A white sheet covers my breasts as the tattoo artist used my chest as a canvas. Thinking I couldn't see the movement of his eyes, Darius darted his eyes towards the top of the sheet. "Eyes on the art," I laugh.

"Oh, my eyes are on the art shorty," he chuckles.

"Eyes off my tits man, quit with that gay shit," I roll my eyes. He scoffs.

"You're a whole girl ma," he says finishing up.

"And you're a whole nigga."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm done youngin." Wiping off the needle, he turns around. I stand up, shrugging on my shirt. As I look in the mirror, I stare at the letters "T.H.U.G.L.I.F.E" curved on my chest.

"You're like five years older than me, sit the fuck down nigga."

"Still your elder," he laughs.

"How much do I owe you?" I ask, admiring his art work.

"It's on the house, just remember to tell Elijah to stop by when he gets out."

"Sure," I say picking up my bag. I'm about three hours late for school, I don't see a reason to even attend at this point. I couldn't wait to get my favorite Tupac quote tatted on me. I press the button on my keys to unlock my Cadillac. This is my baby, she's been with me since my freshman year, it was my first car given to me by my pops. I hop in my whip and make my way back to my place.

As I enter the house, the first thing I do is run to the mirror in the bathroom, taking off my shirt. "Shit fire as hell," I whisper to myself, looking at the other eight tattoos trailing my arms, chest and abdomen.

I should introduce myself, my name's De'Onshe Bricks but I go by Dey. I'm from Connecticut, the uptown. Standing at five feet, six inches, I'm the eighteen-year-old daughter of Elijah Bricks, the most powerful nigga in the entire state of Connecticut as well as the owner of the Uptown and West side territory. I'm also the sister of De'Onte Bricks. I had all the features to prove it, even the behavior, I looked and acted just like my pops, I couldn't even deny it.

"Your pops going to kill you when he sees you tatted up like that," I turn to the voice at the door. I meet my uncle's gaze. I roll my eyes, turning back to the mirror.

"Kill me if he wants to, I'm the one who's been holding it down since he been held down," I snap. He shakes his head, I assume, in judgement. Elias, who goes by E is my uncle. He's a detective on the West Side. He's not really a part of the set but he's family so everyone respects him. His skin complexion matches my soft brown skin tone unlike his height which towers over me, but everyone is taller than me. I took my Desert Eagle and G18 in my holster around my waist. "Who let you into my house?" I question. Ever since Elijah and De'Onte's been gone, I've been living on my own; I've been keeping the bills paid plus more.

"I don't need anyone to let me in, I have a key." I groan. "You're still only barely eighteen, you need a guardian and you're still my little niece," he says mushing my head.

"Stop nigga before I show you my real guardian," I scoff looking towards my Desert Eagle and G18 in my holster.

"Yeah ok youngin," he leaves as I begin to undress. I pull on a black pencil skirt, with a white blouse along with blood red heels, my favorite. Adorning my red lipstick and golden bamboo earrings, I run my hands through my lace frontal. Walking out the door, I grab my bag. "And where do you think you're going?" my uncle asks, his arm across his chest.

"Lunch, Heem and Mike actually went to school today," I scoff looking down at my phone.

"And why didn't you?"