Beretta's World 3 by Diamond D. Johnson

Author:Diamond D. Johnson [Johnson, Diamond D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-11-29T05:00:00+00:00

Kentrell ‘Trell’ Pressley

I was a changed man, but certain shit would never leave me. When I came home from prison, I was determined not to be on the same street shit that I was on in the past, which had sent me to prison in the first place. Although that was the case, I knew the kind of city Miami was. This shit was overpopulated with all kinds of niggas. There were loyal niggas who were like family, and hating ass niggas, so I was well aware of the fact that although I would come home and be a changed man, I still might have to get my hands dirty a few times.

This Dank nigga, whose body I had just riddled with bullets and disposed of in the lake, was the first nigga I had to make an example of. I wasn’t shocked because I came home with every intention of murking this nigga, but the nigga had just been hard to catch, since he was hiding from me. That nigga had exposed some shit tonight in Malani’s living room, and I stood out there with my hands in my pockets, just thinking.

Niggas had made jokes in prison about how my son resembled Gold. I never found that shit funny, so if any nigga ever said that shit in my presence, they got their ass beat down to the motha fuckin’ ground. I never entertained that shit because although Malani had gotten herself a hot ass pussy while I was locked up and had babies by three other niggas, I never looked at her as spiteful. I never thought she would be the kind of woman who would fuck one of my homies because when we got together years ago, I made it clear that any nigga I hung out with was off limits. Yes, I had fucked around on Malani in the past; multiple times at that, but damn, I never did it with a bitch she kicked it with.

I felt myself getting angry because I thought about the positions that Gold had given my son over the years to eat and make more money than a lot of niggas his age. That nigga was running his own fuckin’ trap, and if you’ve ever been in the drug game or you in that shit now, then you gotta know that kind of responsibility is rarely ever given to a fuckin’ teenager. It made me wonder if that nigga thought Skyro might have belonged to him as well.

I had so many motha fuckin’ questions, and I couldn’t go back to Malani’s house because I was still on ten. I may just black the fuck out, forget she’s pregnant, and choke her ass to death. So, for now, I was going to stay the fuck from around her, at least until I calmed my ass down.

Finally, I jumped in my car and left the scene. I was a good twenty miles out, and I drove back to Miami in complete silence. Once I was close to home, I pulled out my phone and called Gold.

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