Empire.

Chapter one|Here we go.

               Riley point of view.

    Sitting on my bed with a blunt in hand I reach into my dresser and grab my lighter to spark it up, inhaling the smoke a long white cloud escaped from my lips as I coughed gently since I was used to it. "Damn." Huey was over on his bed reading a book, something about some revolutionary shit like always which was boring as fuck to me.

   "Come on man, you really gotta smoke that in here?" Huey said in anger Waving his hand to try and rid the smell "ay nigga this my room too if you don't like you can get the fuck out." I said flipping him off before hitting it again. Me and my brother never really got along, I guess because of the different views we had on the world and how it should be, but that shouldn't of undermined our brotherly relationship I cared about the nigga (no homo.) but not like that.

   *Ring Ring.* I heard my phone go off so I reached in my pocket and took it out, it was my best friend Cindy. We've been cool ever since the basketball tournament when we was kids, she was always my escape from the bullshit like my brother, grandad sometimes and a few other faggot ass niggas. Me and her were kinda like the same person only I was black "Yo! Waddup C-Murph." I said in an excited tone .

  "Shit smoking, on my way to yo house so we can go meet Marcus."

  Marcus was the big homie, I know Woodcrest was a good neighborhood but once you grow up you realize things as always what they seem. Marcus ran a gang called M.O.E, money over everything. A joined with I was fifteen plus me and Marcus been cool since 10th grade so he was kinda like my big brother, more of a brother then Huey.

  "Shit. What Marcus want anyway." I said letting out a cough after the hard hit I took.

"I don't know. He said he wanted to show niggas he ain't to be fucked with or sum like dat, you know how he be on the regular basis that nigga crazy sometimes."

   She was right, he always did think niggas was plotting on him so he always made it a point to run over everyone who won't wit him, me and Cindy. Well when we joined we was Look outs, now we the niggas he call when he need some nigga Gone or 'persuaded' and by that I mean we beat they ass til they submit or join up.

  "Yo I'm down the block from ya crib come outside." I got up and went into my closet "aight I'm getting dressed." It was usually hot as hell where I was so I made it my mission to wear something that wood keep my cool. I put on some white nike sweats with the shirt to match and some white and grey AirMax 95's

  She hung up. I opened my draw and I knew today was gon be a long one so I pulled out three blunts from my dresser and looked under my bed, it was an old shoe box underneath there but it's not what you think. That's where I keep my two straps. Pulling the box from underneath the bed i flipped it back. A glock 19 with an extendo and a 9mm I had ammo in the box as well so I made sure they was loaded up as I tucked them on my waist and pulled my shirt over it and stood up.

  "You know. If you leave with those, it's a good chance your gonna have to use it?" Huey said standing up off his bed. "I know, and." I said with a rebellious tone. "Riley, your my brother. I know we don't talk like that but I can't let you go out here and get ya self killed."

   I immediately got angry "fuck you mean nigga? You ain't never cared." He threw his book down coming over to me showing he wasn't afraid. He was wit it and 9 times out of ten I should beat him but I'm the nigga with the gun. "This nigga Marcus! This M.O.E shit is ruining your life man this guy got you out here hurting innocent people." I got in his face. "That nigga been more of a brother to me then you, you nothing but a bitch ass hater."