Power (Streets 2)

twenty-six.

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Jesse leaned on the side of his car, watching as Benji walked out of the barbershop brushing his waves with his free hand. Jesse clenched his fists. He hated that Benji still had power over the neighborhood. The same neighborhood he abandoned.

While Benji was living his best life in his mini-mansion with his baby mama and kid, Jesse was still selling dime bags on the street corner. Itching for a come up. Itching to be like Benjamin Taylor.

He wanted the nice house, nice cars, and a fine ass baby mama with a banging body. He hated living in the projects, coming home to a ignorant ass baby mama who always picked fights with him and threatened to put him on child support.

"Yo Benji." Jesse called out. "Can I rap witchu' for a second?"

"Wassup?" Benji questioned, observing the man from head to toe. Jesse looked no older than nineteen.

"Imma keep it short witchu' 'cause I know you got business to handle. I wanna get put on and I heard you got the connects to do just that."

Benji laughed. "What's yo' name?"

"Jesse—"

"Jesse? The same Jesse that broke into my old apartment and trashed my shit wit' yo' goons? Yeah, I see you ain't find nothing 'cause you sittin' here asking me to help you out. Keep ya' head up." Benji replied before walking away with Shawn. Jesse had to be out of his mind for making such a bold move. Mecca made sure to remember every name and every face that broke into every stash spot Benji had. Everyone wanted a piece of the pie. But nobody realized that Dominic and Shawn had split it right down in the middle.

Benji had the best product Liberty City had ever seen. It was wiping the local dope dealers off the map. You could say Benji was Gianni Versace in his prime and everyone else was local boutiques. They could imitate him, but nothing could ever top his product.

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Noelle stepped out of her car and into Prime 55, a local restaurant that was known for their barbecue. Once she found out where Jamir was going to be today, she couldn't miss her chance to ambush him. Her blood was boiling as she scanned her eyes over the small crowd. She spotted him sitting on a white leather couch, laughing in Simone's face. Her stomach was big and round, like she was about to pop any minute.

"Well, would you look at that." Noelle smiled once she approached the two. Jamir stared as if she were a ghost. While Simone held a smirk on her face. "Funny seeing you two here. Together."

"Really? From what I hear, you're not the clubbing type so I'm shocked to see you here." Simone added.

"Let me guess, Jamir told you that too? Apparently, he just can't stop running his mouth about me and I wonder why?"

"Noelle what are you—"

"Oh, so you never said anything about me letting Benji cheat on me? Or about my car? Or about my house? Or about my daughter? Because I have the screenshots."

Jamir rolled his eyes. He knew he fucked up once he befriended Kyla's snitching ass. Even her own cousin said she was no good.

"Oh, look who's upset. Maybe all that shit you said was true."