Fell for a Savage

CHAPTER 2: BRYSON "SAVAGE"COOLEY

"Welcome to the family nigga!" KJ said raising a glass. We were all in the backyard of this niggas house. It was nice as fuck too, not like his pops crib, but this shit still hit. KJ was welcoming me in the family business. Big Keith ran things down here in the south, so when I got a call about a job opportunity i got on the first flight out of L.A. Wasn't shit out there for me anymore. I lost my best friend and my brother in one night. Shit was tragic, and after damn near painting the city red, i knew I had to get the fuck up out of there.

Working for big Keith, was a once in a life time chance, or at least working closely with him. My pops and big Keith used to run together as youngins down here. My father got killed before I was born though. They say you live by the gun, and you gone die by it. Between, my brother, my nigga, and pops I knew my faith. I was ready for the shit, accepting it. Which is why i lived recklessly. That was one of the reason niggas called me Savage. Since my pops and big Keith used to fuck with each other heavily, when big Keith found out about my brother, he sent for me. I was skeptical at first and after talking to moms, i made the descion to head down south. She was going to be coming soon. She left after pops died and started a new life in L.A. She was hoping that would help me and brother, so we wouldn't turn to the streets like pops, but boy was that shit null in void. In L.A you either gangbang, or die in my neighborhood. I wasn't trying to die young, so at age 12 and my brother 13, we joined a set. That crip shit ran through my veins, and even though I wasn't in L.A, I was still gone rep my set, and that's on life.

I looked around the backyard at the niggas I was going to be working with. I had been introduced to most of the, but only time would tell if they were niggas I could fuck with. The only ones I knew for sure was KJ, nigga was cool as fuck, and then Vick. Vick was from L.A too. He was my brothers best friend. He was with him when he got shot. Eventhough, he almost got killed himself, he stayed with my brother. That shit spoke volumes because niggas would've just left my brother to die by himself. We all repped the same set, so when I got a call I extended the invitation to him, shit we both needed a change of scenery.

    "Come on nigga, raise your damn glass. My fucking arm bout to fall off," KJ ass fussed. He was crazy for real. I raised my glass and the niggas started shouting. Shit, felt good. Big Keith and KJ had money by the boat loads, I couldn't wait to be on that.

After clinking glasses, I took a sip of the Dusse. I had never had the shit until I came down here. I fucked with Hennessy heavily, but the Dusse was hitting. I pulled a blunt from behind my ears, I planned on getting lifted. I knew after tonight, we were going to be putting in work.

    "Man, where the hood hoes at?" Vick asked after gulping the drink down.

    "Hood hoes?" KJ frowned his face up.

    "Nigga, like the hood type," I laughed. shit, until I ran across Kimora fine ass, I thought that was all i liked too.

    "hell yea. I like em pretty and ghetto, type that won't even say hello," Vick rapped Da baby and all i could do was shake my head. Nigga was serious as a heart attack.

    "Shit we could pass around Cloud9, that's where all the pretty hoes at. Shit some of them might be ghetto too." One of KJ's niggas, I think- Will, spoke up.

    "That could be move, ya'll down?"

Once we all agreed, we all got into our cars following KJ. When we pulled up, shit was kind of hot. They had a lot of niggas hanging around. I was a bit paranoid, so i kept scoping the scene.

    "Damn nigga calm down," Vick laughed as I looked from left to right, in front and behind me.

    "Fuck you cuz,"