Poetic Justice

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3:00pm
Compton, California

Jayceon
"Aye Young Nigga.. I'm finna make the drop, make sure you watching incase this ho do something sleazy." I yelled at Kilo.. nigga only 20, but he was the only person I trusted, that nigga was like my brother.

"Ight big bruh.. Imma be nearby or sum" Kilo chuckled.. this nigga don't take shit seriously. I sucked my teeth and glanced at him "Nigga I'm deadass, because if I get shot.. imma live so I can shoot yo ass"

we laughed, and did our signature handshake. He jumped out and walked to his car, I pulled off and made my way to the address I was given.

I was skeptical.. I rarely made a drop personally, but this nigga here was spending BREAD. I wanted to meet the nigga for myself... shit especially if he buy like this all the time, I can fuck with it. 

I pulled into the complex; Crackheads, Prostitutes, and little kids stood around. I raised an eyebrow.. "You got all this money to buy $12,000 worth of coke, and you staying in Hilcreek.. that shit wild.." I whispered to myself as I parked in a spot.

I looked down at my phone "Apartment 240, bingo .. there it go .." I put the coke in the box, I grabbed it and got out.

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Laila
"Coming!" I slid on my shorts, and a t-shirt.. since my dumbass boyfriend Eli wasn't here I wanted to take a peaceful nap. Whoever was knocking kept beating at the door, I rushed to it, quickly unlocked all the locks.

Theres 7 locks to be exact, you gotta be safe when in the hood.

"Who the fu-" I take a huge gulp.. I stand there dumbfounded, I thought it was a begging ass crackhead. But, there stood a man around 6'2, he was covered in tattoos, his muscles were big but not to extra, his lips were plump and smooth. He was in a white T-shirt, some grey shorts, and some white Air Force 1s.

"I'm here to drop this off.." he stuck out his arm showing a package. I chuckled, only because he didn't look like UPS nor the mailman.

I could tell he was nervous.. he looked around and then back at me.

Jacyeon
I waited for 2 minutes. I knocked and knocked, and then some thick ass darkskin answered.

I was confused, she ain't look like a druggie..maybe she didn't know who I was or she didn't know what was in the box .

"I'm here to drop this off.." I say catching her attention. She had long straightened hair, some big ass titties.. I saw that they were pierced through the thin white shirt she wore.

Her thick chocolate thighs were on full display..

I looked around making sure that Kilo was watching incase she was a fed or some. I licked my lips as she turned around and walked away, her fat ass was jiggling with each step she took.

Laila
When he held up the package I remembered that Eli told me..

"If somebody comes by with a package it's a nigga from work, he dropping off something for the company"

Company? nigga you work at Burger King!

I asked no questions, I walked away and I grabbed the duffel bag he told me to give the man, I peeked inside and saw that there were a lot of money.. I sigh in frustration, it wasn't a surprise that this was in the house once again.

I always wonder how does a fast food worker make that much money, but we are still living in these nasty ass apartments. I walked back to the door and there the man stood in my living room, he let himself in and now he was looking around.

I cleared my throat "My boyfriend told me to give you this." I hand him the bag, he extended his hand, allowing me to grab the box from him, it was entirely to heavy, so I sat it on the coffee table.

"What's your name?" I looked up at him. I just wanted it incase Elijah ask for a name or something.

"Game.." he says bluntly before walking away. I groaned noticing he didn't ask back "Well I'm Laila.." i rolled my eyes as he slammed the door leaving.
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I laid across the bed, my mind was engulfed by my curiosity. I wanted to open the bag so bad, but Elijah tend to get abusive in certain situations... it was always over the smallest things at times; food being too hot, work cutting his check, or because I wasn't ready to have children, but I still love him more than anything.

"Laila where the fuck you at!?" Elijah yelled throwing something, I jumped up startled.

Here we fucking go