CJ Richardson

The Switch Up

Now, CJ was not one to have people in his business too much, so hanging with Ivory wasn’t really public knowledge. It wasn’t because of the fact that she was a sex worker or anything like that. It was more so because she was older and an old colleague of his mother’s. She was low key with it herself, so that was good for CJ.

The Switch Up

Now, CJ was not one to have people in his business too much, so hanging with Ivory wasn’t really public knowledge. It wasn’t because of the fact that she was a sex worker or anything like that. It was more so because she was older and an old colleague of his mother’s. She was low key with it herself, so that was good for CJ.

The Switch Up

Now, CJ was not one to have people in his business too much, so hanging with Ivory wasn’t really public knowledge. It wasn’t because of the fact that she was a sex worker or anything like that. It was more so because she was older and an old colleague of his mother’s. She was low key with it herself, so that was good for CJ.

The Switch Up

Now, CJ was not one to have people in his business too much, so hanging with Ivory wasn’t really public knowledge. It wasn’t because of the fact that she was a sex worker or anything like that. It was more so because she was older and an old colleague of his mother’s. She was low key with it herself, so that was good for CJ.

Blood on My Hands

Ezra found himself exactly where he did not want to be. Somehow, Quincy pulled him right back into the street life, and into possible danger, right when his music was starting to bubble. He was trying to pull himself back out, but it would be easier said than done.

“And then if you end up going down again, I go down right with you, right?” Ezra said. “Q, I respect you and everything. But you already got me in deep shit when I told you I was trying to stay out and do strictly music. Got my girl pissed at me and all that.” He sat back down, visibly frustrated. Quincy already went to jail once since this whole thing began. Ezra would think that he would want to bow out gracefully, but apparently not.

Quincy was glad by the end of the conversation that Ezra agreed. "Good, for now I just need you to handle the drop and pickups on Sunday night for now. I'll try to keep your hands clean of any blood, but the streets will get wind of you taking a bigger role with me. I know you know what that means." He looked at him, because the stress of being involved with the life was heavy. Ezra would have to get personal security around his house, and for his family when he left town. Quincy's daughter had no idea that he'd been paying off her security to keep an extra eye out for her and his grandson. "This means Mike and his crew we have to be cautious around. He isn't the enemy, but we didn't get his blessing."

“I mostly keep to myself anyway. I don’t even mess with them,” Ezra said. He wasn’t sure if Quincy exactly understood what he was trying to say. After this last job, he was done, and that was that. He had too much to lose.

“I said I was in, so I’m in. Let’s just get this shit done.”

Blood on My Hands

Ezra found himself exactly where he did not want to be. Somehow, Quincy pulled him right back into the street life, and into possible danger, right when his music was starting to bubble. He was trying to pull himself back out, but it would be easier said than done.

“And then if you end up going down again, I go down right with you, right?” Ezra said. “Q, I respect you and everything. But you already got me in deep shit when I told you I was trying to stay out and do strictly music. Got my girl pissed at me and all that.” He sat back down, visibly frustrated. Quincy already went to jail once since this whole thing began. Ezra would think that he would want to bow out gracefully, but apparently not.

Quincy was glad by the end of the conversation that Ezra agreed. "Good, for now I just need you to handle the drop and pickups on Sunday night for now. I'll try to keep your hands clean of any blood, but the streets will get wind of you taking a bigger role with me. I know you know what that means." He looked at him, because the stress of being involved with the life was heavy. Ezra would have to get personal security around his house, and for his family when he left town. Quincy's daughter had no idea that he'd been paying off her security to keep an extra eye out for her and his grandson. "This means Mike and his crew we have to be cautious around. He isn't the enemy, but we didn't get his blessing."

“I mostly keep to myself anyway. I don’t even mess with them,” Ezra said. He wasn’t sure if Quincy exactly understood what he was trying to say. After this last job, he was done, and that was that. He had too much to lose.

Blood on My Hands

Ezra found himself exactly where he did not want to be. Somehow, Quincy pulled him right back into the street life, and into possible danger, right when his music was starting to bubble. He was trying to pull himself back out, but it would be easier said than done.

“And then if you end up going down again, I go down right with you, right?” Ezra said. “Q, I respect you and everything. But you already got me in deep shit when I told you I was trying to stay out and do strictly music. Got my girl pissed at me and all that.” He sat back down, visibly frustrated. Quincy already went to jail once since this whole thing began. Ezra would think that he would want to bow out gracefully, but apparently not.

Blood on My Hands

Ezra found himself exactly where he did not want to be. Somehow, Quincy pulled him right back into the street life, and into possible danger, right when his music was starting to bubble. He was trying to pull himself back out, but it would be easier said than done.

A level of disrespect

“Quincy is brutal. Very dangerous. How can ya leave without him fi angry at you or turn on you?” Briar’s tears fell down her cheek, she quickly brushed them away.

“Yuh a nuh gwine lose mi,” Ezra said firmly. “Dat a one pramise dat mi plan tuh keep. Yuh get fi mi word pan dat.” No matter how hot things got, Ezra was not going to get himself killed. He has his lady to live for. That was the only thing.

Briar paused and held on to her last piece of clothing. All of a sudden, she let it all out. All that she had been holding in. Missing him, loving on him, now this? It was way too much for her to handle at once. Whenever something would be out of place, she’d stress over it. All in all she just missed her man. Period.

A level of disrespect

“Quincy is brutal. Very dangerous. How can ya leave without him fi angry at you or turn on you?” Briar’s tears fell down her cheek, she quickly brushed them away.

“Yuh a nuh gwine lose mi,” Ezra said firmly. “Dat a one pramise dat mi plan tuh keep. Yuh get fi mi word pan dat.” No matter how hot things got, Ezra was not going to get himself killed. He has his lady to live for. That was the only thing.

A level of disrespect

To say that Ezra was in the doghouse was an understatement. He has been dealing with a lot since Briar was out on the road. With his music taking off, he thought that he would make a clean break from Quincy, because he honestly thought that he was working on going legit. Instead, Ezra was blindsided by Quincy’s decision to wage a whole drug war. Now, Ezra was unknowingly his right hand, and that meant that he effectively broke his promise to his lady. Ezra cursed the day he even met him.

“No.” She looked at him and of course his small smile made her change up. “Rest ya head.”

Well, this was it. The moment of truth. As difficult as it was, Briar was truly the one that understood what he was going through. She would be mad, but ultimately, she would understand. Taking a deep breath, he replied, “Eh bien, bébé ... tu avais raison. J'ai été trompé.”

“Mi kno it mi kno it mi kno it mi tell yuh wah him wud duh an yuh did not listen tuh mi.”

A level of disrespect

To say that Ezra was in the doghouse was an understatement. He has been dealing with a lot since Briar was out on the road. With his music taking off, he thought that he would make a clean break from Quincy, because he honestly thought that he was working on going legit. Instead, Ezra was blindsided by Quincy’s decision to wage a whole drug war. Now, Ezra was unknowingly his right hand, and that meant that he effectively broke his promise to his lady. Ezra cursed the day he even met him.

“No.” She looked at him and of course his small smile made her change up. “Rest ya head.”

Well, this was it. The moment of truth. As difficult as it was, Briar was truly the one that understood what he was going through. She would be mad, but ultimately, she would understand. Taking a deep breath, he replied, “Eh bien, bébé ... tu avais raison. J'ai été trompé.”

A level of disrespect

To say that Ezra was in the doghouse was an understatement. He has been dealing with a lot since Briar was out on the road. With his music taking off, he thought that he would make a clean break from Quincy, because he honestly thought that he was working on going legit. Instead, Ezra was blindsided by Quincy’s decision to wage a whole drug war. Now, Ezra was unknowingly his right hand, and that meant that he effectively broke his promise to his lady. Ezra cursed the day he even met him.