That Southeast Lovin' 3 by Ebony Diamonds

Author:Ebony Diamonds [Diamonds, Ebony]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Urban Hustlas Publications
Published: 2016-03-29T04:00:00+00:00

Demark

Shit was just too far out of control. I mean, what the fuck a nigga gotta do to get a fucking break? I swear this shit just seemed like some shit out of a book or movie. I couldn’t even make this shit up if I wanted to. Every time we turned around, somebody was shooting at us. This shit started with that shit with Keisha and Antione and now we got Cubans shooting up my wedding and trying to take my family from me. I couldn’t blame her because we got involved on our own. We got greedy instead of taking this nigga out right away. I’m done with this shit, real talk. I’m taking my wife and my children and getting the fuck outta here. I was more than thankful I didn’t come back with HIV and I was living right from now on.

Black hit me with a text earlier and in so many words said we had a problem he needed me to handle. I put in work when need be and he only asked me to get my hands dirty when it was personal. Same with me to him, and since he was my A1 there weren’t no questions asked. I was just tired of this barely missed by a bullet shit and I couldn’t rock with it anymore. I had three kids and I planned on watching them grown up and I was determined to grow old with Laniah.

When I got home, I noticed a Black van sitting on the corner looking like it had no reason to be there. Grilla peeped the shit too, so we rode past the house and made the right so we could park on the block behind mine. We got out and made our way through the backyard behind mine and climbed the fence. I entered through the back and when I entered something was off and I felt it. Not only did the alarm not go off but I heard creaks over the top of me which meant somebody was in my fucking house.

“You hear that nigga?” I asked Grilla and when I turned this nigga already had his piece out and I went under the kitchen cabinet to get one of many I had planted through the house.

I kept the clip in the top cabinet just in case my sons come and start looking in shit they wouldn’t touch a loaded gun. I waved Grilla in when I saw the living room was clear. I heard more thumping upstairs. I knew I wasn’t tripping, somebody was in my shit. Grilla followed me upstairs and I realized the noise was coming out of my bedroom. I counted to three with a nod to Grilla and he burst in the door and put the gun down and started laughing. What the fuck was so funny. When I went in, I stopped and shook my fucking head. I should kill this bitch just for this trifling shit.

“Terisha, get your dumb ass out my fuckin bed.

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