Stay Dangerous (South Kenton Stories: Foe Dub Fo’ Life #7)

Stay dangerous Wynnie

Bye Tyree

I shut down my computer and stared at my reflection in the black screen. He all but confirmed it; I truly was alone.

“I gotta get the fuck out of here,” I whispered.

Eighteen more months of high school, and a few grand in cash. I needed more. Way more.

I needed real bank. A real plan.

But if anyone could do it, I could. I took care of me and Auty by myself. Kept us alive for months.

Turning my computer back on, I grabbed a notebook from inside my desk drawer as it loaded.

“Make a plan. Follow it. No distractions,” I whispered to myself.

I did it once. I could do it again.

And this time, I wouldn’t worry about anyone but myself.

Fuck them.

Fuck everybody.