Layla was up early getting dressed she mustered up enough courage to go speak with T and see if she would give her a job.
She could barely fit any of the clothes she had at Stitch place the shirt was tight on her poking belly
Layla rubbed her stomach speaking to her son, deep down she knew it was going to be a boy.
Stitch coming out the bathroom
Stitch: Where you headed
Layla: I am going to talk with T I need a job
Stitch: You know I can take care of you
Layla: I know you can but I also don't want to be sitting around doing nothing you know I like working
Stitch: You still need to take it easy and be on the look out ain't no telling if that bitch Dalia try to retaliate
Layla: You think she gone try to hit T again
Stitch: For sure they both want blood and they ain't gone stop until one of them is laying 6ft in the ground
Layla: Well we all know who is going to come out winning. That bitch Dalia was a little slow
Stitch: Just be careful do you need me to drive you
Layla: No I am good I am not handicap
Stitch: That's one thing I didn't miss is yo smart ass mouth
Layla: You know you missed me
Layla kissed Stitch and headed out the door
Stitch was actually happy that Layla was back so he could keep and eye on her and his child himself verses her being all the way in Cuba. Since she has been back he has actually been able to get a good nights sleep.
T had Layla meet her at the one of their regular restaurants even though she was giving her another shot she wasn't bringing her to the warehouse she didn't have time for Layla to be fucking up shit again
T sat in the back where she had full access to see who was entering and leaving the restaurant just in case anyone tried anything. Little did they know the people behind the bar, the waitress and the people in the kitchen all worked for T. T had a couple of establishments all over New York that no one knew she owned. T was sitting pretty she had money coming in from left and right.
Layla walked in and took a deep breath
You got this girl calm your nerves
Voice Shaking Hey T
Fatima: Hey have a seat
Layla: First I wanted to say thank you for giving me and my baby rubbing her stomach a second chance. I know you are not a person of second chances so I promise I won't fuck this up and I am clean
Fatima: Glad your clean and congrats on the baby
Layla: Thank you
So I am not sure what all Zac told you but I would like to see if I can work at the grocery store
Fatima: I can see if there is a need at the grocery store
So do I need to be worried about something you may have told Dalia
Layla: No definitely not I didn't tell her shit
Fatima: So what did she want to know
Layla: How you ran your business where all your spots were, she was trying to take you out
Fatima: You think she gone succeed next time
Layla: Is this a trick question
Fatima: Nope
Layla: Hell fucking no that lady missing some brain cells
Fatima: You can head over to the grocery store Tim should be expecting you
Layla: So you knew this entire time you were going to let me work there
Fatima: Just needed to make sure you didn't run your mouth like you did to your Therapist Mercedes. It's unfortunate that she had an accident and is no longer with us.
Next time you have a problem I better be the first person you tell or you and the person you tell will be dead
Am I clear
Layla: Perfectly clear
Thanks again
Layla waited until she walked out to smile
New Crew
Killas was a new young crew trying to make a name for themselves in these New York Streets. even though they were still new they had a a nice amount of young soldiers ready to ride out and kill to get what's theirs.
Monet was the leader and Cash ranked next in line
Cash: Man did you hear Dom and Kev went missing
Monet: Yeah that's tough I tried to warn them dumb niggas
Cash: Man their parents are fucked up
Monet: Well they can stop looking because they ain't about to be found not if Zac got to them
Cash: Zac the biggest drug dealer in New York
Monet: Yup
Cash: And they dumb ass didn't know who the fuck he was and what he's capable of
Monet: I tried to warn them but they were too greedy
Cash: Shit that's crazy okay listen I got this new shit that's been taking over the streets. We need to break this shit down and make a version of our own
Cash pulled the bag of pills from his pocket filled with Sweet
Cash: Man I am telling you who ever made this shit making bank
Monet: And how the fuck we gone make our own version that shit can take forever
Cash: My little Chem Bae said she been working in the lab with this chic and she think she is the one making this pill
Monet: And she fucking positive
Cash: Not 100% but she gone try to find out. And if she is shit I say rob they ass and we start making our own product
Monet: That don't sound to bad but do we know who the fuck is behind this new drug
Cash: Naw who ever it is staying low key
Monet: We need to find out who the fuck it is I don't want to start a war with the wrong muthatfucka
Cash: Nigga how else we gone make a name for ourselves fuck that shit we taking every damn thing then they gone be coming to us
Monet: Unless you want to end up like Dom and Kev we gotta play this shit smart. Have yo gurl find out all she can then we can make a move
Cash and I know how you get don't fucking move unless I give the order
Cash: I got you nigga
Cash pulled a pill out the bag and swallowed it
Cash: You want one
Monet: Nigga I don't want that shit
Cash shrugged his shoulders more for me
Monet: Yo ass gone get hooked on that shit
Cash: Man this shit make me feel like I am floating on a puffy cloud I don't mind being hooked
Monet walked away shaking his head
Cash was hot headed and did what the fucked he wanted and didn't take orders from no one expect Monet. Monet thought things through verse jumping into shit that could cost them their life.
Having something like Sweet under their belts would be a good boost for their crew but Monet also had to be smart about it this wasn't going to be easy.
Cruz
Cruz sat in his fully furnished jail cell eating his lamb chops and asparagus with a glass of the best wine
Cruz was doing life in prison but was still living like he was on the outside. Fatima was taking care of the outside while he was holding it down on the inside
The drugs were being snuck in by the shady cops. Cruz had everybody on his payroll even the Warden.
Warden was eating out the palm of Cruz hands the amount of dirt Cruz had on the warden could bury him and have him sitting in the same jail cell
The Warden had a prostitution ring going on in the basement of the prison. The inmates with good behavior and heavy pockets got to get some alone time with the women.
Cruz provided the drugs and the Warden provided the women
Cruz decided to take a walk to the library and check out some new books
As Cruz made his way to the library everyone cleared the way. Cruz men were a few steps behind him
As Cruz made it to the library he was stopped by an unfamiliar guard that he never seen before
Guard: Library is closed back to your cell
Cruz: Not for me it ain't
Guard: And what makes you so fucking special
Cruz men was about to step to this cocky ass guard but Cruz stopped them
Cruz: I can see that you are new maybe you should go talk to the Warden and move the fuck out my way
The guard stood there with his chest poked out and arms crossed not moving
Cruz bite down on his bottom lip getting pissed. he cracked his neck and gave the guard a jab to the throat.
The Guard grabbed his throat gasping for air dropping to his knees
Cruz: Stupid rent a cop muthafucka
Cruz man: Get that man an inhaler
Mimicking the guard trying to catch his breath
Cruz walked down the aisle looking for a specific book when he over heard 2 inmates talking about taking someone out tonight
Person 1: It has to be tonight or she's not gone pay us
Person 2: She the one that want this nigga touch and ain't giving us no time to plan shit
Person 1: How much planning do we need to take out this old street nigga. He probably ain't even got it in him no more.
Person 2: He use to run New York
Person 1: Key word use to that nigga is washed up are you in or not
Person 2: Shit count me in.
Person 1: Bet, I'll get that new guard to help us
Person 2: Then he gone want in on the cut I ain't fucking with that
Person 1: He just want his dick sucked and he'll be fine
Person 2: I knew his ass was sweet
Person 1: You gotta do what you gotta do shit I ain't ashamed I am locked up for life I get pussy every now and then but I also got someone covering my back
Person 2: Naw I'll help but I ain't sucking no dick
Person 1: I didn't say you have to
Cruz bumped into the shelf
They hurried up to see if someone was listening in on them, Cruz was already out the library
Cruz: Some shit is about to go down tonight
Somebody coming for me, let me know what y'all hearing
Cruz Man: I'm on it
When Cruz got back to his cell and called Fatima
Phone ringing
Fatima: Hey daddy everything okay
Cruz: Yeah everything good just wanted to hear your voice and make sure you were good
Fatima: Yeah I'm good
Cruz: Okay I may be laying low for a couple days some shit about to shake up in here but I don't want you to worry
Fatima: Do I need to get some extra bodies on the inside
Cruz: No I got that covered just be careful and I will update you once it's over
Fatima: Okay daddy be careful love you
Cruz: Love you too babygirl
They hung up the phone
Even though Fatima knew her dad could handle his own that call worried her
Zac seen the look on Fatima face change
Zac: Everything okay
Fatima: Yeah I think so that was my dad he said some shit about to go down and told me not to worry
Zac: Your dad is an old street nigga he got it
Fatima: I know but I still worry
Zac: Do he know who coming for him
Fatima: He didn't say
Cruz put things in to motion he knew they were coming for him tonight
He got a body from the prison morgue put it in his bed and pulled the covers up to his head
And waited and just as he suspected the new rookie cop opened up his cell and let the two men in
They started stabbing the dead body with a chiseled pic
When they thought they were done they took a picture of the body
They texted Dalia a picture and said RIP Cruz
Man 1: That was easy money
Man 2: Hell yeah we may be able to get some ass now that we got some money
Man 1: Yes sir
When they made it back to their cell it was like they seen a ghost
Cruz was sitting and waiting for them
Cruz: You little niggas look like you seen a ghost
Looks like the mission failed, lets take a trip to the basement
Cruz was about to get some answers even if he had to beat it out of them
It was about to be a war who ever was coming for him was about to find out he is not to be played with
If it's a war they want they will get it