TAKEN

First Pick

August

Leaning against my matte black 2014 Corvette Stingray Coupe, I waited patiently on Dutchess and Kody to come out of the trap house. It was one of the few I had in the city. I'd sent them inside to collect the profit from my workers and see to everything running smoothly with them niggas.

I was trying to get Kody warmed up to the environment the drug game came with, on every level. I was living good, and she was brought into that - but, we were still very active in the most rough parts of Atlanta. She didn't seem too phased by the hood, to my surprise, though. She was even straight when it came to making a couple drops.

I scoped the scene, stuffing my hands into my pockets. I gave a male passerby a head nod, in response to his, when Kody and Dutch came into view. My eyes stayed on Kody, her hips swaying as she began making her way down the rugged path with a black book bag on her shoulder. I smirked at her presence. She looked good in some of the gear Erica had sent over - dark blue distressed jeans, a black sweatshirt with a picture of Pac on the front and a black 'HEAUXS' beanie that her thick black curls peeked from in the front. She also sported her Jordan 6 Infrared 23s I'd copped her a couple days before. I laughed to myself at how small her feet were. Shit was cute.

"Six Gs collectively. It's all there." Finally directly in front of me, she removed the book bag from her shoulder, handing it to me. I unzipped it and looked inside briefly. I nodded, satisfied. "Them niggas in order? Ain't no bullshittin', huh?" I asked, looking over at the trap.

Dutch shook her head, "Nah, they workin', lil bruh."

I zipped the book bag up, slinging it onto my shoulder. I was about to speak, but something I saw in my peripheral caught my attention. It was one of my workers, Jay, looking as if he were preparing to sell to a pregnant chick. It looked as if he were unsure, but she seemed to be talking him into it.

"The fuck?" I asked no one in particular. Dutch and Kody spotted the situation and followed me as I quickly made my way down the street.

As I got closer, I realized I recognized who the pregnant braud was. Jay began reaching in his pocket, not noticing me approaching. "Jay!" I shouted, making his head swiftly shift in my direction. "What up, boss?" He asked, casually - as if nothing were wrong with that picture.

Ignoring his greeting, I pushed him forcefully, making the pregnant girl jump. "Is you stupid, nigga?!" I asked, angrily and in disbelief. He looked up at me, confused. "She pregnant as fuck!" I pointed at her belly, not shifting my glare from Jay. I was about my money twenty four-seven, three-sixty-five... but, I'd be damned if I ever sold that shit to a woman carrying a child. Selling drugs to people within itself was pretty fucked up, but that shit was on a completely different level.

Kody grabbed my arm, not sure if I was mad enough to actually hit the nigga - which I was, but I wouldn't.

"Don't sell that shit to nobody carryin' a baby, man!" I attempted to get closer to him, but Kody got in front of me. She placed her hands on my chest, trying to keep me back. I looked down to her, trying to lower my tone. "I ain't gon' do him nothin', I'm just lettin' this nigga know. He know better."

She grabbed my wrists, nodding her head, "I know, daddy, but just calm down." She said softly, trying to calm my nerves. I sighed, trying to get my anger in check. There was a reason it pissed me off. The pregnant chick was Sully's baby sister, Sania. She and their mom had been going through problems ever since she came up pregnant, so she left home. Sully had been trying to get in touch with her for weeks. I never knew her to use crack, and I didn't doubt the chance that Sully had no idea either. It would eat him up, and I knew I just couldn't be the one to tell him.