Nothing But Trouble (All The Way Home Sequel)

Chapter 42: Competition.

Shoutout to my cinnomon apple Jakiya. I really didn't feel like writing but since you asked, here it is.

***ELLE'S POV***

We've been selling for a month and business was slow as hell. Nobody was buying our shit and i didn't know why. It was frustrating because i wanted to finish this job as soon as possible but now it looks like ima be at this for a while.

Troy told me about some crew named GMC that was making a lot of noise in the streets lately. They were small but they were taking all my customers and i wanted to fix that."Who's that ?" I nodded to the guy walking across the street. I took Troy along because he knew more about how things operated in the streets now. I've been out the game so long, i didn't know who was who.

Troy took a sip of his coffee. "That's rashad. He runs GMC."

I vaugly remembered Ej mentioning a crew with that name a while back. I think he was having the same problem as i was. "So this is our competition ?" I looked at the group of niggas that were gathered in front of the convenience store across the street. "They look like fuck boys." I frowned.

"That's because they are fuck boys." He laughed. "They're getting money though."

Suddenly i had a plan. "Not for long."i grinned.

"What are you thinking ?" He looked at me curiously.

Looking in the rear view mirror, i checked my hair and applied another coat of my trademark red ruby wu lipstick. "Take my car and head to the spot. I'll call when i'm ready." Before he could protest, i was already out of the car and walking across the street.

Putting an extra bounce in my step, i switched over to them seductively. All conversation ceased as their eyes followed me across the street. Dressed in an oversized white blouse, tight black leather shorts, and a pair of lace up thigh high boots my Roberto Cavali, i was looking good enough to eat. Thigh high boots with shorts was my new obsession. It was a sexy but lethal outfit combination. You'd be surprised what i could hide inside a pair of boots.

As soon as i crossed the street, i made it seem like i was headed their way then strutted past them as if they were invisible.

Right on cue, a voice called out "Aye ma, hold up !"

I made my face appear neutral and then slowly, i turned around to face him. Just my luck, it was Rashad.

"Can i help you ?" I said nonchalantly.

"Yeah" he grinned. "When i saw you walking, i just had to stop you. You're too beautiful to pass up."

This nigga. I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes and flashed him a flirty smile. "Well, i'm glad you stopped me."

"What's your name, ma ?" He looked me up and down.

I was not about to tell that nigga my real name. "Chanel." I said with a smile. If that nigga ever came looking for me, he'd be looking for a dead bitch.

"I'm rashad." He held his hand out. He was actually kind of cute. I wasn't checking for him though.

"Nice to meet you, Rashad." I pretended to be shy and blushed.

"Peep this, Chanel. I wanna take you out."

"When ?"

"Right now." He said, reaching for my hand.

"Okay." I smiled. "But you have to lose your boys." I nodded to the niggas standing in front of the store, drooling over me like i was their last meal.

"It'll just be me and you." He grinned.

"Well lead the way then" I took his hand and he led me over to a old school caddy. It was tricked out with all white rims and a customized candy apple red paint job. I had to admit, this bitch was bad. If i hadn't seen better, i'd be impressed but i wasn't.

We got in the car and he started it up. As we drove past Troy, i winked, giving him the signal. He nodded at me, telling me he understood. I relaxed back and mentally prepared myself for what i was about to do. Poor Rashad, that nigga had no clue what was in store for him.

**A/N: I know this was short but it was just a filler. Idk what tf i'm doing for the next chapter but it'll be really good, i promise.

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