Surviving Chi-Town

The streets.

A/N hey y'all I'm not doing det music shit no more cause ion think y'all listen to them anyways 😂 I just liked putting songs up but thanks enjoy this chapter.
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Kings POV

I rubbed my hands down my face in frustration. I had been in the streets all day & it was goin on 5pm

A teenage boy I had on the block for good 2 years now layed stretched out on the ground in a pool of his own blood with his eyes rolled back. He was dead.

17 & brutally murdered. His name was Khalid
FLASHBACK
" Come in" I say shooting my head up to see who was entering my office
One of my guys walked in with a boy in front of him . He looked scared , it was clear as d- or let's just say you could see it in his face he had a gun in his back
He was a brown skin little boy he looked beat with a ripped up oversized red jacket that had visible stains & cut up at the knees jeans on

" who's this?" I nod my head to my worker ordering him to speak fast
The boy opens his mouth to speak
" I'm-" he starts
My worker nudges him on the head with the butt of his gun warning him. You didn't speak to me unless spoken to & everyone in my hood knew that.

I send him a death glare

" Boss we found him outside tryna sneak up on us , he said he just wanted to speak with you but i can put a bullet in him right now if y-"

" WHAT ? No bruh please, I didn't do anything I just wanna talk" the boy still full of fear but pissed enough to push my worker off him a bit

He was brave. That's the second time he spoke without permission & he bucked on someone with a gun to his back.
I was impressed
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I laughed taking my blunt from behind my ear & and fidgeting round in my desk below for a lighter

" you got heart boy" I said nodding my head in approval & blowing smoke through my nose

" leave us" I say to my worker
I motion for the boy to pull up one of the black folding chairs I had in the back & place it in front of my desk

He did taking a seat

He sat bring his elbows to his knees and clamping his sweaty hand together he kept eye contact with me.

I laughed again cause this lil nigga was really pushin it but he was a youngin I was gone let him slide

I offered him my blunt
" you smoke ?" I ask keeping my eyes on him

" no sir" he rejects my offer

I bring the blunt back to my lips

" alright lets get to it , what you want. You too old to be my kid or something so that can't be it" I study him .

Thank god he looked nothing like me & was too damn old to be my son

" n-no sir , I know who my father is . I wanted to speak with you in hopes of getting a job ..."

I laugh again , the high was kickin in

" nigga you like what .. 5 ?"

He shakes his head , " 15 please , I nee-need the m-money" he looks away from my eyes
I could tell he didn't like asking for things , must've put a lot of pride & fear aside before he came looking for me
" you seem like a smart boy , you still young as fuck . Ion even think you a drop out or could even at this age..where yo damn parents"