Tyron Richards and Samore Bennett were born on two completely different sides of the same hood. And that was the way it was always intended to be until the area starts to get gentrified. Forcing their rivaling gang-affiliated families to put aside p...
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2004 CHICAGO, ILLINOIS
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EVERYBODY KNEW WHO THIS SET BELONGED TO and those that didn't know always found out, one way or the other. Erin "Chubs" Willard was no exception to this rule. And was made an example for all to see as a rain of bullets flew through his 6'4 figure. Splattering blood on the cracked concrete that leaked into the dirt underneath. The shooter ducked inside of the black Toyota Camry before it raced off down the dark streets.
Unknown to them but they had just killed the right-hand man of Tyke "Haywire" Richards—Someone no one wanted to cross and others didn't survive to tell.
White sheets were tossed over the deceased body of Chubs by investigators who showed up to the crime scene hours later. A huge crowd of brown faces had already gathered behind bright yellow caution tape.
Haywire was among the crowd of individuals out there the following day. Dressed head to toe in all black like the hood's personal Grim Reaper. He allowed the smoke from his cigar to linger into the crisp autumn air. A thick heavy cloud had formed overhead as he puffed away. His expression remained stone-like and hard.
Red & blue siren lights from the police cars bounced off the sheet that the body laid underneath—colors that meant absolutely nothing to the average individual. But to the Richards family, they symbolized everything.
"Word on the street is the fools behind it work for Salvatore."
Haywire silently vowed to make the ones responsible for the murder pay in full. Before his driver popped open the door to a smooth blue Rolls Royce and they pulled off.
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Salvatore Bennett, who some might even label the lesser of two evils stood on the balcony of his home.
Located on the southside of Chicago.
"So can I go, daddy, please!" His one and only daughter words had drifted through the phone. Now on the edge of seventeen, Samore Bennett was now all too ready and willing to break free of a sheltered lifestyle. This was forced onto her due to her father's gang association.
Salvatore was slowly coming to terms that his baby girl wasn't a baby anymore. It killed him to know she wouldn't be under his watchful eye forever. That he'd have to allow her the freedom to be an adult soon.
He fisted the stress ball in his huge ringed hand as he then pushed back into the deepest, darkest parts of his mind everything that could go wrong tonight.
"Y-yeah." The words flew from his tight jaw, and he barely heard himself, but she had.
A squeal escaped from her mouth just when she thought she had covered the phone. "Thank you, daddy, I'll be home before eleven."
"Te-" she hung up before he got to complete his sentence leaving him to listen to the dreaded dial tone that followed. Afterward, he called up one of his boys to secretly go looking after her or at least that was what he was trying to do. But the sudden appearance of his wife, Glytter made him second guess which was rare with Salvatore.
She took the phone from him. "Hello, that's aight, Duke, your number was dialed by accident." She lied a little too smoothly in a way that only she knew how. This had gotten her out of many bad situations with the law throughout her 36 years.
She mugged Salvatore after as he twirled at his beard.
"You caught me?!" He smirked, mischievously.
"Please, can she go out and have some fun for once without one of your guys breathing down her damn neck?!"
"She needs to be protected at all times ion play bout that one." He replied as Glytter switched over and ran her newly manicured hands around his broad shoulders. Giving him a loving massage that made his brown eyes close.
Minutes in, a call had caught his attention, he answered.
It was one of his guys warning him about the bloodbath that was said to kick off tonight. Now that one of Haywire's guys had mysteriously been chopped down.
"All I'ma say is keep all your people inside the crib cuz the streets is bouta get hot for real." The voice on the other end spoke.
"Dammit, Samore!"
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