KING™Urban™

Meeting us

PARIS
"Paris come here" I heard my dad yell from downstairs. I walked downstairs going to my dad in 'his kitchen'.

"Yes daddy" I said. He looked at me

"I need for you to get the stuff ready we have some new people coming In today"

"Yes sir" Well I'm Paris. Meet the third born of phillys most notorious drug cartel leader. When I say 'his kitchen' I really mean where all the drugs and good stuff is made. I walked into the kitchen. I fixed some glasses of water and put a couple of beers in the cooler. After grabbing 3 blunts I placed they tray on the table. Just as I put my hair up they walked in. It was two new boys. One lightskin one Brown skin. I looked at Xavier.

"What sis we good" He said.

"Okay just making sure..Daddy said for yall just to sit on the couch" I said.

"We kno what to do Paris" Greg said plopping on the couch.

"Maybe I wasn't talking to you greg" I snapped back.

"Oh shut the hell up" he said back.

"You shut up" I snapped back.

"You ...you not even the cute twin where is Mercedees" He asked. I just looked at him. The boys always do this. That's why they don't get no street time.

"Did I hear my name" Mercedees asked coming downstairs. Meet my older twin sister. Looking at is you wouldn't belive it for a minute. Me and her are very very very different looking. She's lightskin I'm Brown skinned. Her hair is hanging to the ass crack. My hair is bout past shoulder length. She thicker than a snicker. While I am a little twix bar. She had perfect teeth while I have braces. The boys blow her head up. I mean she is pretty but they practically bow down to her. Xavier is 19 and is next to take over the drug cartel. Me and Mercedees are 17. Dad walked in

"Welcome niggas" He said taking his seat on the couch. I locked eyes with light skin on the couch. He had long curly hair tattoos and perfect pink lips. "I'm under the information we have two new boys with us today" Dad started "what's y'all niggas names"

"Davion" The dark skin said.

"They call me king" The light skin said.

"Why"

"I don't kno that's just what my mom called me" He said. King.

"Ris go upstairs baby girl thanks for your help" Daddy placed a kiss on my forehead. I turned around running up stairs. I sat on my bed opening the vent to listen in on what's going on downstairs. I always do this. I heard them sending punches into the boys jumping them in. I hate this part. I bet the light skin was getting it the worse. Cause the boys are gonna call him pretty boy. Soon I heard my name being called. I grabbed my stuff walking down stairs into 'the room'. There sat king. He had a cut in his eye and his lip was busted. Under his right eye was a bruise. I started to clean up his cuts. He winced grabbing on to my wrist.

"Ouch" He said. I looked at him.

"Sorry" I said placing a bandaid over his cut. I starred into his eyes as he got up walking out.