Zamzaddy💦

           And to think it all started with me posting a pic on Instagram that late Friday night, hours after the basketball game I’d attended with my friends. Well, Anquan had been displaying what I’d heard my friends describe many times as classic DL signs, but it wasn’t until I posted the pic that I got confirmation that he actually was DL. He invaded my DMs just two minutes after I’d posted that pic; which meant he was already stalking my shit that night. Our chat in the DMs wasn’t long and his demands were direct.

Park at the stop sign up the street from his house.

Walk around his house using the side alley to the abandoned house behind his house.

Come in through the back door of the abandoned house.

Take the stairs and enter the second door on the right.

           I was told by my friends that DL boys were paranoid as fuck but I wasn’t expecting to go on some mission just to get some dick. However, it was my first time and there was no way I could turn down having my cherry popped by Anquan Miller. The only reason why I was the only one out of my group of friends holding onto my virginity was because no boys ever hit me up. I guess that’s why I posted that pic of myself. I was so glad it worked. My wait wasn’t in vain.

                                          Me (Toby McCallister)

           The abandoned house—or bando as he referred to it—wasn’t that bad looking inside and somehow the power was on. I was expecting a cold and disgusting place but it was actually warm and decent in there. There was no furniture but the carpet was clean and it didn’t smell bad at all. He had a light on upstairs but it must have been a small light because it didn’t brighten the dark house too much; only casting a little thin stream of light on the stairs. I followed the light to the second door on the right like he’d said and noticed the door was slightly open. I stepped inside and there he was sitting on a twin-sized memory foam mattress on the floor in nothing but his underwear, black socks, an Under Armour cap, and a blanket wrapped around him.

                                               Anquan Miller

           “Does anybody know you came here, Toby?” he asked.

           The streets had a code and even though I respected that code, I had to do what I had to do. When Trikk killed my brother, I went rogue. I knew that going after Trikk would put my own boss in a world of trouble but I had to do it. My actions would probably cause a new street war but I had no choice. Trikk ran the eastside and my boss, Murda, ran the westside. They had a truce but that shit had been shaky for a minute. So, I spent weeks planning on how to avenge my baby brother’s murder. All of that planning went to waste when I learned something unknown about Trikk.

                                                   Me (Sloan)

           “Close the fuckin’ door,” I said to Trikk’s trick. I could tell he was still in shock from me being in the dressing room with my pistol aimed at him. He closed the door and I quickly told him, “Put your hands on the wall.”

           “What is this about?” he asked. “Who sent you here?”

           “Nigga, either put your hands on the wall or I’m gonna have to splatter your brains all over this mothafucka!”

           “Okay, okay.” He put his hands on the wall and looked at me without saying anything.

                                                      Cass

           “Is anybody else comin’ back here?”

           “Not right now. But the club is about to close so…”

           “A’ight, shut up. You need to get dressed and come with me.”

           “Who are you?”

           “I’m the nigga with the gun. You don’t need to know more right now. Get dressed.”

           I stood there and watched him change out of his stripper outfit, if it can even be called that. Once he was dressed and had his stuff ready to leave, I put a towel over my wrist to hide my pistol and pressed it to his back so that he would know not to try anything. I was prepared to kill his ass if I had to. Lucky for him, we made it out of the club without anyone noticing anything. We made our way across the street to the parking garage where I’d parked my Dodge Charger. I unlocked the doors with my alarm remote and made him get in.

           “Are you gonna kill me?” he asked before I could start the car.

           “No,” I answered. “Not if you do exactly what I need you to do.” I started the car and asked him, “Does anyone live with you in your apartment on Ridgeview Street?”

           “How do you know where I live?”

           I laughed a little and admitted, “I know everything about you, Cassius Talbert. Everything.”