The Thugs Game

Ch.2

Tierra’s POV:

After Guapo left my job I had to admit a part of me still was wondering about him. I still went on about my day though. I wasn’t no little girl, I had grown women shit to handle and checking for him was the last thing on that list.

“MAR!!!” I said screaming as I walked into my mom’s house. I missed my baby so much. I seen him running out the kitchen towards me. “Mommyyy” I dropped all my things just to pick up my baby.

“How was school?”… “Um it was okay, I told you I didn’t want to go though” I put him down and just looked down at him. “Ughh mar, go get your stuff so we can go home.”

“So you walk in your momma house and don’t speak?” I turned around to see my mom. “Hey ma, Im sorry it’s just been a long day.” She huffed and brung me in for a hug. “You and mar can move back in when you’re ready” she whispered into my ear.  I know ma was lonely living in this house all alone, I was her only child but me moving back in her house was not an option. 23, with a kid living with my momma?? How fucking childish!

“I’ll think about it momma.” She was about to start speaking until mar walked up. ”Momma I think im ready to go.”… “You think?” … “I want McDonalds and I’ll go home with you.” I rolled my eyes. “Boy bring your ass on.”

Guapo’s POV:

“You niggas better start talking.” I said as I sat down in my chair, and Gutta standing right by me... I made one of niggas get all of my workers lined up. All these niggas look shook. They was young cats, who all needed to make a living, but when my nigga Don called and said some shit came up missing, you know I had to turn shit up. No one spoke.

“So yall niggas speaking deaf now?” Gutta said, I looked at him. The nigga sometimes didn’t make any sense at all, but nobody dared to correct him.

All the niggas stood with their head held high, some smirking, each one staring straight ahead no saying shit. I started laughing and stood up.

 “Yall little niggas have no idea what im capable of, I could have each of you in a body bag floating on the pacific, but im not gonna do that……, I know which one of you it was, a nigga been running shit since 15 I know a rat before it start feenien for cheese, Im not gonna point you out or kill you YET. But I do know that once you a rat, your always a rat and ya finger is gonna start itching to touch my shit again and when you do ill catch you and handle you then.”

“Mann I was ready to put a bullet through a nigga head” Gutta said rubbing his gun up and down and looking at the niggas in front of us.

“Yall get back to work” I smiled and headed to the martin.

“Ayeee nigga, hold up” Gutta said running out the trap. I turned around “Wassup Gutta?!”… “Mann nigga ion got shit to do, what you doin?”… I thought about it, and I didn’t have shit to do “Let’s cruise around”, he smiled and hopped in the passenger seat.

TIEARRA’S POV:

“Mar put the damn ball down.” I had to make a quick run to Walmart to pick some things up, but I was regretting coming when I had mar. The nigga didn’t listen at all. He was over here opening up the candy bags, hanging on the cart, and now he found this damn ball which I knew he was gonna ask me to buy.

“Momma look im Michael Jackson.” And he threw the ball, sending it rolling down the aisle. “Mar go get it NOW!!!”… He looked at me then down at his wrist. “Momma I can’t, I think I broke this bone”, he had to be kidding me. “Mar im gonna go get that ball and you better no touch shit else.” I seen him smirk at me.