3rd Person POV.
*not edited*
"Say bruh" Nick said catching the attention of ManMan
He was smoking the blunt he pre rolled last night.
"Fuck goin'."
He responded holding out the blunt silently asking if he wanted a hit. Nick shook his head, he learned from Nasir to never take a blunt you did see somebody roll.
People was out here lacing shit now a days.
"I'm comin to you on some real shit."
"Igh" Adrian responded eyeing him, he was giving off vibes he never gave before.
He knew he wasn't dumb enough to pull some shit, simply because they were outside a warehouse with mostly his people inside.
"That gun you got, where you get that shit from."
His eye brows frowned slightly and he lifted the pistol
"This?"
"Hell yea."
"Ion kno' the nigga, folk said sum bout some limited stock."
He didn't know what type of gun it was, which is why he was skeptical about it. But who ever made it clearly knew what they were doing, from the design down to the lightweight material.
"Hm." He said and handed over the gun to give him a close up. "Wasn't really fuckin' wit it at first, but this bitch clean."
Nick eyes the gun, it didn't have any writing on it, just the wording '5/300' on the slide, telling him it was the 5th gun made.
Nick nodded and handed it back to him.
"And you got that from a dealer?"
"Yea, ion know the nigga name. wassup with all these questions?"
"Not gon hold you. Nas was supposed to talk to you, but ion think that's a good idea" Nick said trying to tell him
He could tell his brother didn't like him, he lost his temper quick with people he didn't like. Yes, Nasir told him let him handle it but he knew it was only end up being worst if he had a 1 on 1 conversation with Adrian.
Aidan knew he didn't like him. He didn't care.
He felt like he was being reasonable, him and A'kira did have sex less than 9 months ago and at the time he asked for a DNA test he didn't know how far along she was. He she wasn't fucking with him at the moment, so he didn't really know if it was something she was avoiding telling him.
He didn't ask again because a couple days later he heard Ri telling Mir she wanted to have a girls day because she was almost half way through her pregnancy.
Telling him she was about 5 months pregnant, he stopped trying to get in contact with her after that.
He was mad a first, it wasn't something to deny. He lost a good girl and he knew that. He did man up to it and apologized multiple times. He knew it was very unlikely he would get another chance, especially since she technically gave him 2.
So for now he went back to his ways, trying to fill what he felt was missing due to his actions.
"We had a shipment that went missin'. The gun that you have-" he pointed towards the gun "is 1 of the 300 that we designed, well technically it's the 5th one that was made. The number on the slide tell us that. We know that somebody name Mike had some shit to do with it."
He sat up at that
"Mike?"
"Hell yea"
"Okay coo. Imma need you to repeat everything you just said to Mir 'nem. Cause we lookin fa' somebody name Mike." He put out the blunt and stood up from his chair not giving him enough time to respond
Opening the door, slightly irritated at the fact his high was now gone.
"Got some information on that nigga mike."
Mir looked up at that
He found who broke into his quite literally the next day.
They were currently in warehouse barely alive, well 3 were barely alive. He was positive the 4th one bleed out my now. Turns out when people see you torturing somebody they tend to speak up faster.
Of course he got information out of them but it wasn't a lot. The only thing he got was a name, which was currently being repeated to him.
-
"So the same person that sent folks to my house stole y'all shit."
Samir said sitting back in his chair. The first question he had was how they knew where he lived. His house wasn't hidden or anything but it was nowhere close to where he handled his business. He would've noticed if a car was following him, he was very aware of his surroundings.
Nick on the other hand tried his best to ignore the hard stare he was receiving from the other side of the room.
-
"I should beat yo fuckin ass."
"You want even gon' try and get a explanation bro. You was just gon get to killin folks. If it go wrong then I won't do nun else with this."
"Get the fuck out my face with that shit." Nas said and walked upstairs beyond irritated
Opening the door seeing A'kira who stood applying the bio oil on her belly.
"Ello"
"Wassup baby" he said walking up to her watching as she pulled the shirt back down
Leaned down, placing a quick kiss on her lips
"What you do today?"
"Just did some school work, then I went by my grandparents. Me and Ri helped make a cake, then grandma got mad because we burned it. But it's not our fault we thought she said 50 minutes not 15."
She explained watching him take off his shirt exposing his tattooed body. Walking over to the dresser he just took out some black sweatpants.
"So yall ain't make another cake?"
"Nope, we ran out of flour because I messed up the first batch...I really wanted some cake too."
He watched as tears built up in her eyes talking about the cake she wants but couldn't have.
It was technically her fault but was he going to tell her that? No
"We can get you some cake tomorrow. You know I don't like to see you cryin' baby"
Her crying stressed him out.
"Tomorrow morning?" She asked about to wipe her face but felt a hand reach before hers
"Tomorrow morning mama. What you want? Vanilla?"
She had a weird obsession with vanilla. She sometimes sat with a bottle of vanilla extract in her hand, just smelling it.
"Yes, with some cereal mochi's."
"Mhm, imma go shower and we could lay down."
•
•
•
Idk, I'm tried and I don't like the chapter but I'm still going to post it. Probably take it down when I edit it.
Ojay>>
Doing this boy hair tomorrow..he 6'9, darkskin with tattoos, and drive a trackhawk.
Why I'm at work and this new girl (literally nobody likes her, she just lowkey feels like she knows everything and tries to tell us what to do. I don't have a problem with her cause we never rlly talk) She looked me dead in my face and called me pretty
And I was like AWWWW🥹
Then she continued running her mouth and said AND I QUOTE
"Black girls are so pretty. Literally I wanna look like you, I wish it was a thousand of yall"
Now I'm standing there all awkward...cause what?
I tried to de-awkward the situation and was like
"You're pretty too"
And she made it even more awkward and went "you don't have to lie to me, I literally wanna look like you"
And I'm just like