GHETTO TALES
If you see them, don't make eye contact. If you see them, don't say a word. If you see them...run. You don't know what you're getting into.
~2 pov's~
Capri Martin had always strived to be the perfect daughter. With a strict upbringing...
I didn't want him in danger one, and two...I couldn't help but feel like he was forcing himself into it. All because of what happened with his mama. How he wasn't over it yet.
I knew shit was gonna take time but if this was the way he was gonna distract himself, I was gonna have to intervene.
"Bae...dealin? Again?"
"Yeah." He shrugged. "But this time it's different. It's not with no niggas like Shoota n nem. It's with like these legit dudes. The top dogs. Safer ones too. They saw us at the night club and shit and they thought we was perfect fa what they needed. So...we takin the chance. And...I ain't neva been to Miami befo and we need the money...plus it's all expenses paid. Like hotel, food service, cars, flights, all that shit. I wanna see what that's about."
"Are you sure this is what you want? I don't want you to do this cause you just hurt over Jen. There's other ways to cope with your pain."
"Nah you right. But this ain't bout Jen. Ion een know a Jen." He shrugged, furrowing his brows. He was obviously hurt. Like butt hurt.
I took a deep breath. I didn't want Q to keep dealing. I wanted him to have a normal life. So bad. Didn't want him to make any mistakes he might regret all because he was trying to get over a feeling that was gonna last temporarily. I knew he was only doing this to rebel. It's the same kind of tactic I used. But he wasn't gonna let up. I knew he wasn't. He was as stubborn as a baby who didn't wanna eat their peas. And I couldn't change his mind.
"Bae..."
"Hmm." He murmured.
"Promise you'll stay safe. Please don't get hurt doin something you don't really wanna do." I pleaded, caressing his cheeks.
He gripped my forearms, kissing on my forehead. "Mama ima be fine. Fa real. Yeen gotta worry bout a nigga. I stay strapped and I got Eli with me. We good."
I didn't have such a good feeling about this. This shit didn't sit well in my spirit. Something told me this trip was gonna go terribly wrong and I was gonna be in some kind of mourning period. But maybe those were the intrusive thoughts and I was underestimating my man. Cause I knew he got down and dirty but I never seen him in action. He was always so goofy and soft around me. I couldn't imagine him dealin drugs and shootin people.
"When you leaving?" I questioned.
"Don't be mad."
"Don't you dare say-"
"Tomorrow." He smiled, backing away from me.
I swung at him, hitting him in the chest. "TOMORROW?! YOU BUM! AND YOU WAITED THIS LONG TO TELL ME? WHAT WERE YOU GONNA TELL ME WHEN YOU WERE GONE FOR HOWEVER LONG?"
He couldn't stop laughing but I didn't know what the fuck was so funny. "I was gone say I went away ta church camp fa a week to get converted into a full Christian."
"Wait...a week?" I questioned.
"A week. I promise time gone fly and next thing you know, I'm back home with you and we gone to school like normal. Ima still take you out, I promise."
Rolling my eyes, I pouted my lips and folded my arms.
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