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Chapter 2: Compromise

I wake up and my phone has over 1000 notifications. Word of the altercation at the bodega spread like a wildfire. Trayvon being out of jail wasn't good for the hood, and now he's challenging the order I put in place. He'd be a stupid motherfucker to try some shit like that but Stecks ain that smart either.

I walk to my dresser and grab my wife beater and shorts. The cold sweats from the night fill my body with a piercing shiver. I ain the type of nigga to get scared but this is a serious matter. I need to stay calm in order to figure out my next move.

I sit on the edge of my bed formulating everything known and how things could play out. We have product, we have money, we have our borders semi-protected, nobody's been killed yet, and the cops haven't visited their favorite Reck yet. In my eyes we have nothing to worry about. The calm feeling brought by this evaluation is quickly taken away.

" Bro, streets is talkin... and they ain speaking sweet. " Lionel says

He bursts into my room with a concerned look on his face. Lionel isn't a street type of nigga, but he has street knowledge. Any nigga hanging around me gone need to have some kind of knowledge or skill. If he say something is up, then something credible is being passed from ear to ear.

"Nigga what the fuck is you talkin bout." I snap back at him with my fist clenched and eyebrows dropped.

He hands me his phone and tells me to go to Snapchat. When I look at his phone I see Trayvon and his niggas on our side of town again.

"This man ain been out a day and he swear he Debo out here." I think to myself.

Him and his guys aren't causing problems but it's the principle of shit. There ain no way he comes to MY hood, say he gone take my shit, pull a gun on us, and put my youngan in danger without consequences. Trayvon been on this block as long as me and I know he got street etiquette. I don't wanna have to be the nigga to humble him though.

" Where them niggas at right now" I ask him.

" Last time I seen em they was at the mall on Brooklyn." He replies hastily.

" Shit lil man.. I guess we going to the mall I need them Jordans anyways."  I jokingly punch his arm and we head to the car.

I put on my blue jeans, white polo , and white air force ones. I make sure to grab my gun and my pager. Stecks are known to be trigger happy fools. Imma need my goons ready to slide if something pop off. We get in the car and drive to the mall. Traffic isn't heavy today and the crisp morning air gives me a feeling of relief. Even though we're on the verge of a gang war, a week before the forth I still feel like everything is in my control.

We pull up to the mall and park in the back of the parking lot. I tuck my gun in my pants and turn off the safety. I try my best not to show emotion and as I catch Lionel staring I attempt to cheer up the mood.

" Damn, you act like yeen seen a fly ass nigga before. " I say.

Lionel chuckles and we walk into the mall. The mall on Brooklyn isn't any regular mall. This mall was built for fresh people only. They only sell high end shit so any motherfucker in hear gotta have some bread. I don't know why a broke ass Steck would be on this side of town anyways.

Me and Lionel go to footlocker and buy our Jordans. The Concord 11s go perfect with my fit so I decide to switch them out with my forces. Lionel keeps on his original shit because he ain really the type to flash his shit. We go to almost every store in the mall but Trayvon and his niggas ain anywhere to be seen.

" I'm hungry denna bitch, I know you wanna get something to eat too." I look at Lionel and with a grin of relief he decides to go to the food court with me.