A Rose In Harlem

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The light in the room was the dim ceiling lights that hung every couple yards, the floor covered in portable beds set up to fit as many bodies as possible. Chicago looked at the walls listening to the sounds of the other homeless people in the room. Why was Chicago homeless? He couldn't go back to Titans house after he got locked up 6 months ago, the feds raided it and they still have it under surveillance. Not to mention the boy dropped out of highschool at 16, not like the three years he was in juvie counted as school he still had equivalent to a 8th grade education. Don't get me wrong Chicago was smart, but most of it he picked up from being around Titan or his daughter Kenya. Growing up in and out of foster homes since he was 8 might've been the reason he was labeled a 'troubled kid'.

   Or it could've been the fact the police found him at a human trafficking ring after everyone inside got shot up—including his mother. With no trace of a father, the system was the only thing left of him, they tried doctors and therapist but he wouldn't speak- he still won't speak of most of his childhood. He didn't find Titian until he was 12, he had stood behind some lady in line at the corner store, she had a open purse and he stole right out of it. When she got the register and couldn't find her 20 dollar bill she turned around and started blaming Chicago.  Titian had covered for him, everyone on the block knew him- Chicago was staying at an all boys home in all Flatbush. Titian ruled basically from Crown Heights to East New York. When Chicago had got out of the store Titian had turned to him

"you either earn what you want or take it" the tall darkskin male said, he looked into the all black suv that was parked outside the corner store before turning back to the young boy.

"But ain't you taking everything from everybody? Ain't you Twans" Chicago questioned, his voice didn't waver his eyes didn't move from the grown man. Chicago had thought he seen it all at a young age, he held it in his eyes, in his demeanor and all the way to his aura. Best believe Titan saw it.

"Where yo momma boy?"

"Don't worry bout what doesn't have to be worried about" the young boy opened the brisk he had stole taking a sip. "We done here?"

"You're a funny kid" Titian said with a straight face. "Smart ass mouth, dark ass eyes- you stay inna group home?" He asked but Chicago eyes didn't move that told the older man lot. "These streets crazy boy"

"Cause of you, what you want with me? What I look like selling dime bags at school- Dey already got me inna alternative" Chicago was now eating the chips he manage to steal as well. Chicago knew one thing- nobody messed with Titan. The people who moved against him didn't even have the chance to second guess their mistake.

"Na you some else Na, you ain't none of that- If you interested just tell someone you looking for me— I'll find you"

And Titian sure did, when Chicago got kicked out of that boys home it only took a half a day for Titian to find him. The man did take him in under one condition, he had to make money. That's when the training began. Paused when he went to juvie then continued - Chicago was one of the best hitman in the crew- not on his killing but how stealthy he is. Still on probation from possession he had to take Titian's advice "stay out them streets for a year or so- they hot on they ass, and you like a son to me— they watching you boy". Chicago never thought to far ahead, not unless it made him money and all he knew is he had to lay low for a year. The boy was staying from place to place due to him having bad credit, no diploma for a legal job, a suspended license and a felony - he couldn't really just put his name on a lease. So he stayed in a home, with a black duffle bag filled with drugs, money- his gun all under his clothes and what looks like books- he's set in his own eyes- better then jail or on the streets.