Never Say Never

Chapter 11

                                                                             Chapter 11

Pac

I knew this was some fuck shit and for the first time in my life I felt grimey but when my brother Q came at me with a plan to dead Sean at first I was shocked then I was angery then I was down.

Q highered sum freaky spic whore he sampled straight outta madames Bovia's House of Hoe's

At first it seemed stupid .. I mean Sean aint really gonna tell no broad about his stash. but they say the strongest power over a man is a pussy.

And it seems  to be true

Sean has fucked up for the last time.

That money should be ours anyway he was always on dat bullshit that "ride or die"  "bro's befo hoe's"     " niggas fa life" type of bullshit but he's been doin stuff behind our backs ever since Ke died.

Secret meetings, private deals. Money exchanges out da yin yang got da whole streets talkin about us like we da "Don Sean"  bitches but I aint seein a fuckin dolla outta all these deals . We supossed to be family .. We supossed to break bread .

But Ive should of known better its every nigga, every bitch, every hustler for himself.

So now Im "Doin me" aint dat wat that dark bigged lipped hoe say

yeah I'm doin me and what little brother dont know is im gettin the whole 2 mill for myself .

no matter what. 

Jasmine

"Sean .... are you okay?"

I had positioned his head in my lap

With every breath he took I felt the struggle.

I wish I could ease his pain . Suddenly he grabbed my hand I jumped at its strong grip he squeezed harder causing  blood to squish and run down my arm.

"Jasmine" he groaned

'Yyyess" I said quietly I looked into his eyes and instead of seeing them like i expected dull and hazy they were wide and alert.

' I need to tell you somthin... but you must promise me... to never.... never tell anyone "  he said

I shooked my head and put my ear next to his lips

I was shocked at what he told me.

Sean

 Nuthin from my past, my back ground, my life coulda ever prepared me for da streets. Out here ya ma, yo brother and even yo girl can be ya enemy.

So y did I tell Jazz?

Becuz every hustler gotta have a wild card.

 Sum one sum thing that can flip da script, and change da game.

And as much as I hate envolving her in dis shit.... I can keep her safe wit me more den wit out me.

C'est la fucking vie

Shit happens