Sex, Drugs, & Money 2: Block Boys - Ivy & Primo by Ms. Backshot

Author:Ms. Backshot [Backshot]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, Urban, United States, 30 Minutes (12-21 Pages), African American, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B00ZDXFPHM
Publisher: BBB Publishing Presents:
Published: 2015-06-09T04:00:00+00:00

5.

(Live by the sword, die by the sword)

“Seven eleven baby,” sang Primo as he snapped his fingers. He was deep into another dice game in Cashville with the same niggas he fleeced out of 10 g’s months earlier. Rico, the same young cat he gave a pound to the last time, was in his feelings again. Primo wasn’t paying too much attention to anyone. Him and Ivy found out earlier that they were having a baby boy. He was so happy that he’d been drinking and smoking all day long. He was suppose to stop by Claremont and pick up Remy but he decided against it at the last minute.

Primo stumbled as he reached down to pick up his winnings. Rico had a tight look on his face and so did a few other dudes. Primo was too fucked up to notice. His phone went off, so he pulled it out of his pocket and answered it. It was Ivy, wondering when he was coming home. After assuring her he was good and promising to be on his way, she said goodbye and he hung up.

“Aight niggas, I’m out! That was wifey, she about to put an APB out on my ass if I don’t get home.” Primo laughed at his own joke as he walked up to a few dudes and gave them dap. He approached Rico and put his fist out but nothing happened.

“It’s like dat nigga?”

“You ain’t leavin til I make my money back!” Rico glared a Primo. He reached under his shirt, letting Primo know he was holding.

“Ha, ha, ha nigga.” Primo was amused. He knew he wasn’t in his hood but he didn’t give a fuck. His name rang bells in the streets, even at his young age.

“Ain’t nobody laughing out here. I need my 2 g’s back of we gon have a problem!”

“Yeah, I need my money back too,” yelled another nigga. One after another, every Cashville nigga started taunting Primo. Finally, he began to sober up and realized the dire situation he was in. On the one hand, he could give them the money, forever labeling him as a punk. He’d live to fight another day but respect would be lost. Primo knew that wasn’t an option.

“Ya’ll sure ya’ll really wanna do this?” Primo gave them the opportunity to change their mind but they had the numbers so everyone assumed it would be an easy take, they were wrong.

Primo swing on the person closest to him, knocking him out cold. One by one, they ran up on him and were quickly dismissed. It’d been awhile since he actually threw hands with anyone, he forgot how nice his hands were.

“Ya’ll niggas had enough?” Primo was feeling himself. He thought back to when he first started hustling and how the older dudes use to try and take his work. He started fighting niggas just to earn respect and after a while, he made a name and rep for himself. Primo jumped up and down, punching the air as he taunted the men.

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