Write About Me

Chapter Twenty-Two: Plot Twist

I sucked my teeth at him looking at the nigga like he had four heads.

"I'm 'bout to kick that ass my nigga." I smirked, adjusting the strap of the duffle bag.

"Aight, run it!" Austin pushed me then took off running.

Dumbass nigga.

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It had now been a few hours since Austin left, and of course I won our bet by a long shot. Well, a few dollars same thing. I called Trey to come pick me up, but he'd be another our due fact he was still at work. Austin took the duffel bag with him. Said he'd drop it back before he got Bri. I was free to roam the downtown area. Walking around the looking up at the skyscrapers, I bumped into someone.

"Oh my bad homie, my fault." I placed my hands up in defense.

I heard a sinister chuckle.

"Breezy, we meet again." T's voice spoke.

"Indeed we do.." I grimaced back at him.

I was never afraid of this nigga. It's the fact that I didn't like harming people simply because Phabi didn't like it. I try not to break promises with her, so instead of smoking him I flee. Seems like a bitch move, but it's all strategy I swear.

"Where's Phabiola?" T questioned.

"Ain't none of your fuckin' business playa' fuck up out my damn face." I tried to push past him, but I feel to sets of arms pull me back.

Weak ass nigga brought his goons with him. I forgot he hardly traveled solo. Meanwhile I'm mostly a lone wolf.

"Nah, we got business to discuss."

"Nah son, you got me fucked the fucked up. Your dumbass got me put in the pin, I should smoke yo ass." I spat. I was disgusted by him.

"Maybe if you wouldn't've fucked me over and stole my shit, and my bitch we wouldn't be in this damn predicament." T stepped closer.

"You aight my nigga? I ain't steal yo shit. Your dumbass don't keep track of anything, that's why I don't work for you no mo'. And as for yo bitch I ain't steal her neither. You just mad my dick better than yours, my money larger than yours, and my product more potent, fuck outta here with that bullshit b." I pushed his ass out my way but he grabbed me.

"All that you got, but I got the one thing that you'll never get back my nigga." T retorted smartly.

"And what is that?" I curled my lip up furrowing my eyebrows down. I was beyond pissed.

"Watching your mother's last breath.." He whispered.

My entire world paused itself for a second.

"What? Fuck you say?!" I gripped his shirt.

"She died of a seizure right?" He chuckled. Not too long after I socked his ass.

His squad pulled me off of him, gripping me up I fought out of their grip. Jetting down the street all of his niggas including him followed, pulling out their guns on me.

"Oh shit!" I looked back running through people as fast as possible.

I jumped over a table, pushing over an old man on a motor scooter, shit I even made a little girl's ice cream fall. Shots fired at me and that's when the civilians began screaming bloody murder. I pulled out my strap, gaging it. Ducking and diving, I made sure not to get hit. Eventually making it into any alley way.