In the East Side Gang, Amir just so happens to be King's favorite.

"I'm on whatever you on baby boy" "I wanna be on you pa"

Josiah had been sold by his drug-addicted mother more times than he could count. She promised it was "the last time," but this time, she sold him to Tavon-a young, feared gangster. Josiah refused. He stood his ground. But Tavon wasn't used to being denied. The harder Josiah resisted, the more Tavon wanted him. Josiah swore he wouldn't fall... but Tavon didn't plan on letting him win.

"Tell me baby, is this who we are?" Blackbxb. 🖤

"Explain to me why this not right baby, please." "Nyzir I'm not suppose to feel this way about you."

"𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲" "𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 ..."

"𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐨-𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭," 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐕𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐦'𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐜𝐲, 𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭. "𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐭," 𝐕𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬, "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞"

"I'm gon' always look out cause you was there fa me when shit mattered the most." -Cartier

"Fuck You."

"I don't know, he's just different."