❝ pretty little fears, music to my ears ❞
on his own for the first time, Tariq St. Patrick divides his time between school and hustling to pay for his mother's defense attorney. When he runs out of options, Tariq turns to a familiar drug game, in wh...
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❝ play the game. ❞
━ ★彡★
RAELIN SAT ON THE COUCH with her legs crisscrossed and a bowl of popcorn in hand,watching 'Martin' reruns on BET. Diana sat beside her with her nose buried into her phone. "Who we texting?" Raelin joked, leaning over to peak. "No one." Diana abruptly replied, shoving her phone under her leg. "Alright, then," Raelin responded, narrowing her eyes at her friend.
"What took y'all so damn long?" Diana asked Dru and Cane, who had just walked into the living room. "Oh, what you mean? Between all the chatting up and beating down, it's not like we're collecting; this shit takes time." Dru explained.
"Baby bro, you got to put in time with all the people, okay? That's how this works." Cane joined, wrapping his arm around Dru's shoulder. "Everything the sun touches is ours." He added, with a dramatic tone. "If you don't get that 'Lion King' shit the fuck up outta here..." Dru replied turning away from his brother who just laughed.
"I'm just saying though." Cane expressed, plopping next to Raelin on the couch. "You gotta make sure everybody in the kingdom feels the love." He continued, taking the bowl of popcorn out of Raelin's hand. "You're dumb, just so you know," Diana told her eldest brother. While Raelin jokingly rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone. She opened up Instagram and saw that Lil Gaup was on live, with a gang of people. Showing off their products and guns.
"Fuck," She exclaimed, showing the live to the other three. "Looks like your loving didn't work," Raelin stated. "Yo, these GTG niggas are bugging." Cane hollered, pointing at the phone. "Let me see that shit," Dru said walking up closer making Raelin turn the phone solely to him. "Wow, they stay doing that dumb shit. It's like they want the cops all up in their business."
"And ours too." Diana and Raelin replied at the same time. "Run that shit back. What's Lil' Guap even saying?" Dru inquired. "Who cares, nigga? You about to write this shit down?" Cane sarcastically remarked. "Let's go." Cane ushered, trying to get up, but Raelin placed her hand on his arm in an attempt to stop him. "What you gonna do?" She asked.
"I'm about to go tell these niggas real politely that they fucking with my money." Cane informed her. "You gotta tell Ma," Diana spoke pointing behind, Dru, where their mother stood. "Tell me what?" Monet questioned, causing them all to turn their attention towards her. Cane, Dru, Diana, and Raelin were all quiet, waiting for someone else to speak up. " Y'all got ten seconds to tell me what the fuck is going on in here,"
Raelin exhaled as she went back onto Lil' Guap's live. She turned her phone around so that Monet could see the video. "Look, it's GTG celebrating," Diana told her mother, as she walked closer. "Oh, fuck these little niggas." Monet exclaimed, walking into the kitchen. "Exactly. It's on." Cane erupted, with a smirk on his face. He took Raelin's hand, that she didn't even notice was the placed on oh his arm, off of him, and in her lap, before following behind his mother into the kitchen.
