𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕

Chapter 5

Trevor POV
Queens
30 January 2019

I still can't believe that Qaddriyah broke up with my homeboy like that. He legit stayed loyal to the girl for a whole 3 years. They were so happy. Couple goals. I lowkey looked up to their relationship.

It's been a few weeks, and Dej has been quiet ever since the break up. He didn't cry which I found weird. He just smokes drugs and is always on another state. He hasn't been sober for quite some time. It's his way of dealing with the pain I guess.

I should have known Zee would choose Dri for that shit. I need to talk to Qaddriyah and help her get out of that shit before it gets overboard. I know what goes down there. You only come out once you old, pregnant or dead. You don't leave the club fresh. Zee acts like a friend but she couldn't give two fucks, as long as her clients are happy and her business is booming then she ayt.

"Dej, mane can we have a quick talk?" I signalled him to where no one was. He was sober for the first time. My lucky day. He sat down in front of me then looked at me, "wassup?"

"We need to help your girl," I said bluntly. He laughed, "She a stubborn lady mane. There ain't no helping that one."

I punched the air, Qaddriyah was way too soft, shit. She believes anything when she's desperate but she always wants to remain independent, "Then we get Malika to talk to her. They friends aren't they?"

"Yo sis is a baby," he said taking a blunt out. His eyes were red. He still loved her, anyone could tell that.

"You love the shawty or nah?" I asked him lighting his blunt. He nodded.

"You wanna help the shawty or nah?"

He nodded taking one puff of the blunt. I also took out a blunt. Apparently we get to leave end of February for good behavior. We been good boys for the first time.

We went to jail for drug possession. We were framed but it also helped us because we needed to finish off someone in here, Keith Bourne. Keith kidnapped my baby sister and Qaddriyah some time ago. Pussy ass move. We had to kill him. The girls dealt with the trauma better but we couldn't let him go like that. We refused.

"How we gon do this?" He asked me quietly. "If Malika can't do anything, then we help the shawty out when we leave this place," I said. His face was expressionless. He nodded then got high.