Chapter 193
threats walk around freely. He was running his mouth, talking real tough. So, hey. They guided him of the streets, without the noise. That means that muthafuckas don’t even know what’s what, and aint nobody even looking for his ass as of yet.”
“And by the time they do, they probably aint gon know where to start,” I summed up.
“Exactly.”
I nodded, realizing that my shooter hadn’t lost his touch. “Look, I got chu. But how long do you plan on doing this shit, man?”
He furrowed a brow. “You want me to lie to you, or tell you the truth?”
“Shit, I want the truth.”
“Okay, well the truth is that I got too much smoke to ever be a civilian. As long as I’m here in Houston. So, I rather get it how I live, and stay dangerous.”
I lightly chuckled. “Nigga, you tripping. The niggas that you had to deal with are no longer breathing, cause that’s how you been rocking.
And if it’s been some local beefs, then all that could be avoided by you simply staying your ass out the hood.
But you aint trying to do that, cause you love being on the scene. Shooting dice and shit.”
He smirked, as he opened the passenger’s door. “Well, I’m glad you know. But I’m finna burn, man. This lil’ broad want me to pick her ass up from work and shit.”
“Alright, boy.” We clasped hands, before he hopped out of my car.
Before he could completely close the door, I had my phone in hand, texting my niggas.