My dad was a drug lord, biggest drug lord there was. His name was Carlos Cortez but in the streets they called him Lucien, why? I don't know and I don't care. My dad kept me away from everything that he did in the streets, he even changed my name ju...
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I felt myself being lightly shaken and I kept pretending like I was asleep because whoever the fuck waking me up got me all the way fucked up. I'm tired as fuck, Zay had me up making dub smashes with his ass all day.
I felt someone's hand go across my face but it didn't sting or hurt but still who the fuck just smacked me.
My eyes shot open and I quickly sat up in my bed only to see Zay standing right there, wearing red and black.
Red and Black were the official colors of anyone who worked for my dad or at least was apart of his gang. My dad would always throw on something red or black whenever he had a meeting with his team. When I say team, I don't mean no soccer team and shit.
My dad had his own team, a small circle with the people he trusted with his life. One of those peoples were Monty and Zay's dad, my god father, Shawn. I didn't really know who else was in my dad's circle but I knew there were five of them. They all were in charge of one thing and they ran the drug lord business together with my dad. Even though they were all loyal to each other and they ran it together, it was still the Cortez's business so my father was the boss.
"Bitch did you just smack me?" I asked him and smacked the shit out of him before he could even respond.
"What the fuck." Zay said and he started rubbing his cheek that I slapped.
"I ain't even hit yo ass that fucking hard." He said and tackled my ass.
We started fighting and he sat up on top of me punching me in my chest. He wasn't punching me hard but the bitch was still punching me. I tried to maneuver his fat ass off but he was heavy as fuck.
"Aye she- Zay what the fuck." I heard Monty's voice and then Zay was pulled off of me.
I sat up breathing hard and then I looked at Monty who was holding Zay by his ear next to my bed. I reached over to my night stand and grabbed my inhaler off of it. I took four pumps and then sat it back down.
"We told you to wake her ass up, I come in here and you whooping her ass." Monty said and I scrunched up my face.
He ain't whoop my ass, I was knocking his shit just like he was knocking mines.
"She smacked me." He said and pointed at me like he was a child.
"You smacked me first." I said getting out of bed because Monty did just say they told Zay to wake me up.
