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Chapter TWO out NOW! Feedback, comments, ideas? Talk to me and or the characters.

http://images.mstarz.com/data/images/full/46136/fetty-wap.jpg?w=600 Zoovie’s POV: Whenever it was time to do a run down, a nigga always got an adrenaline rush. The feeling of taking back what niggas owe you, reclaiming what was yours. Or ya name…what you stood for. If anybody knew me, they knew that I ain’t tolerate no shit. No disrespect or none of that shit, I ain’t play no games. Period. That went for anybody around me plus the ones I that line and we have a situation. Don’t get me wrong I was 100% loyal but I could get real petty if you crossed me. “Why every time we bouta do a run down, I feel like ya ass is in deep thought?” Monty approached me as he came from the bathroom. We was at the crib, loading up the tools. Me, him and Montana went to see Krim a lil earlier today and got what we needed then we continued on with the jugg. I woulda invited Krim ass to come but that nigga get trigger happy, shoot the whole neighborhood up. Me personally, I just shoot when I feel the need to. When I’m being shot at mainly, or sometimes it depends on my mood. “What?” I said aloud, lowkey zoned out as I loaded my guns. “I said why every time we finna run down, I feel like you go out?” He repeated. Once I put the bullets in the chamber, I put the gun on the safety lock and sat on the bed. “I don’t know nigga…I just be in the zone. A nigga ain’t scared or nothing” I shrugged with a light sigh. On some real shit, a nigga do be feeling some type of way. What if I end up getting hit up while I’m out here doing dirt? I know I’m always on point but you can’t never be too slick to get hit. “I ain’t say you was” He chuckled, pulling his pants up before grabbing the black gloves from the chair in the corner. He tossed me a pair and I slid them on before we stuck the guns in our waistbands. “Nah…just thinking and shit, you know how my mind be going. Just tryna make sure I’m doing this shit the right way” I admitted. I was never the type of nigga to hide behind the way I felt…unless it came to somebody calling me out on my feelings about a female or something. When it came to shit like that, my ass get shy like a muthafucka! I don’t like being put on blast like that cause a nigga feel all butterfly crazy. A nigga ain’t got time for none of that. “I feel you Wap, but, you know we good. Ain’t we always?” He reached out to give me some dap while in the process, pulling me up from the bed. “Yeah, I’m trippin Mont let’s get the fuck outta here. You called Rome?” I asked as we headed out. Monty locked the door and we continued until we reached the car. “Yeah. He at the spot, he told us to meet him there. Montana already there so we ain’t gotta go scoop him” He told me as I nodded and hopped in the car. I started it up and we was out just like that. It ain’t take but about 15 minutes to get to the trap house or probably less cause I drive fast as shit. When we pulled up, I saw Rome and 300 in the truck. Rome was the driver in shit like this at all times because the nigga was fat as fuck and he might get caught. Sike nah, but he ain’t wanna do it unless he really had to. For the most part he didn’t cause we all held our own, so we ain’t need no extra. Plus, his part was hella needed forreal; the lookout. While we doing what we gotta do, we need somebody to monitor the surroundings so that was him. “Damn, what the fuck took y’all so long?” Montana grumbled as we got out my car and walked over to get in the truck. We ain’t never take none of our cars when we pulled missions like these, just rentals. And after we was done, we made sure we dropped that shit right the fuck off. “Wap was ina crib, reevaluating his life and shit” Monty joked, making us all laugh. “Nigga shut the fuck up, I’m straight” I chuckled as I hopped in the front and dapped Rome. Monty exchanged dap as I did the same with Montana before we rode off. “Y’all sure these the right niggas, right?” Rome asked. I licked over my lips and pulled my hat down a little lower before fixing my hood on my head. Montana sucked his teeth and rolled the window down as I leaned my chair back a little. “Man, I don’t give a fuck if they wasn’t, they enemies! I got the drop from his bitch though so I know it’s them” He said for sure. I ain’t really care cause it was too late and we ain’t strapped for nothing, so it was a go. I was just ready to get this shit over with so I could get back to the money. nothing, so it was a go. I stayed quiet the rest of the ride there, occasionally rapping along to Gucci Mane. -- https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/71/1e/08/711e087eb60ff63cc6a8b7aea0a99b3e.jpg Ziya’s POV: That nap I took was love as fuck but I’m mad as hell I slept for like three hours. I’m an early bird so now that I slept long, my ass is gonna be up all night. Yawning lightly, I reached over and checked my phone. I had a miss call from my mom, a text from Zena telling me not to wait up, and another text from my best friend Brandi. “Open the door…” I screwed my face up at the message as I peeled the sheets back and slid out of bed. I switched my phone to my right hand, pulled my hair down and slid into my penguin slippers. As I walked to the living room I heard Brandi’s loud ass yelling at me to open the door. “STOP YELLING, IT’S LATE” I yelled back to her before I giggled, unlocking the door. As soon as I pulled the door open she marched her tiny loud self in. “Damn bitch, I almost blew this bitch down!” She exaggerated. “Oh yeah, because I was given a warning that you were coming” I retorted sarcastically as I shut and locked the door. “I did! I told you to open the door” She shrugged. She took off her hat, sat it in the chair and placed the bag on the table. “You got me food?!” I clapped happily, disregarding her statement. “Only because I need to vent, didn’t wanna be rude. I got burritos” She said. “That’ll work! I was just dreaming of food” I walked around the small island to the kitchen sink to wash my hands. “I bet your fat ass was, you barely eat because all you do is sleep. Where’s Z?” She asked. We switched places at the sink and I went right over to the bag. “At work. She’s not coming in until late so I’m home alone. Willie is supposed to be coming by though” I muffled with a mouthful of this delicious ass burrito. “Willie? As in Willie Maxwell?! One eye Willie?!” Brandi screeched loudly as she pulled out the stool and sat next to me. I swung my feet around to turn and face her before taking another bite of my burrito, doing my ‘I got food dance’ in my seat. “Yes, Willie Maxwell. I ran into him at the carryout earlier and we chopped it up. I don’t think he’s really gonna come though” I shrugged. To be honest I wasn’t really pressed about him coming or not. I was gonna take a shower and take my ass right back to sleep. Thank God I don’t have work tomorrow so I could just sleep in and lay around all day. “Aww, you want him to really come? Call his ass! Where has he been anyway, haven’t seen him around” She went from cooing to that loud ass screechy voice that she always does. It was funny at moments but sometimes it annoys the shit out of me and I want to punch her in the throat. “ I don’t fucking know, today was my first time seeing him in a while” I scoffed low key annoyed that we were still on him. This conversation was supposed to be about her not me, so it needs to be dropped. "Why so hostile? Don’t trip, he’ll be here to fuck you- I mean, tuck you in” She cheesed smartly and ate more of her own food. I gave this bitch the meanest side eye ever before rolling them as hard as I could. Why does everyone think I want this man? “But this wasn’t supposed to be about you, this was supposed to be about me! I got man troubles and I’m trying not to go to jail” She breathed out heavily with a dramatic eye roll, making me giggle. “What’s up now? You and Mar are always going through something…” I said unsurprised. She huffed and smacked her teeth loudly before turning to me. “The fucker is slipping up again…he’s cheating. I know he is, he has to be. Phone ringing late night, working late hours and cancelling our dates” She explained. “Well…those could be signs but have you tried asking him?” I asked. “Asking?! Bitch, no! If he’s cheating do you think his ass is going to tell me?” She asked rhetorically. “He’s not but you still need to confront him instead of assuming or just going off” I said which made a lot of sense because assumptions get you nowhere. “Zi, I really don’t wanna fuss with his ass. That’s all I’ve been doing for the past week and I’m tired of it. I ask ‘what’s up’, or ‘if anything needs to be talked about’ and he tells me nothing. But it’s something because I feel it and shit is changing” She sighed. I poked my lip out and sucked it back into my mouth before closing my wrapper up. “Communication is key Brandi, drag that shit out of him! You’re so quick to fly off the handle, you don’t actually try to get to the bottom of things. You have to talk to him not yell at him” I advised. She rolled her eyes and waved me off with her hand as I stood to throw my trash away. “I don’t like you, you know I don’t talk. I feel like I have to be aggressive to get my point across” She told me. Opening the fridge, I reached in to get my orange juice. Closing it back, I leaned on the fridge and opened it up to drink. “That’s the thing, niggas don’t like to fuss. Nor do they want a nagging bitch, no offense. Yell when you have to B not all the time, it makes them shut down” I explained. I’ve experienced this in the past so I knew what I was talking about. That’s how my last relationship failed because of me being the way Brandi is now. Insecure in one way and scared to get hurt in the other. I can’t speak for Brandi but I know the reason I acted that way in the past was because of my first. The first boy I ever fell in love with used and abused my little heart and broke it into a million pieces. That was when I was 16 years old and naïve and in love, or so I thought. I did everything in the name of him not even for my damn self. I was so caught up in him that I ended up losing myself in the process. That’s the worst thing you can do in a relationship because it’ll have you doing shit that’s not normal. Your partner’s expectations become all that you know and you live to appease them and not you. You began to live for the other person rather than yourself and it takes a toll on you. Never again. “ Let’s watch some scary movies and cuddle because I’m tired of this Dr. Phil session” We both giggled as we went over to the couch. Brandi grabbed the remote and flopped down on the couch before turning to Netflix. I went to grab my throw blanket from my room before coming back to join her. I moved around on the couch until I was comfortable and cut off the lamp, tuning into the movie. Willie didn’t have to come by tonight, I had my best friend to keep me company. --- http://images.mstarz.com/data/images/full/46136/fetty-wap.jpg?w=600 Zoovie’s POV: “This it right here?” Rome asked aloud as we rolled up on the side of the house that these niggas was staying in. “Yeah this it, hit the lights real quick” Montana spoke, opening the car door. “Yo, fuck you doing?” I asked with my eyebrows together in a questionable manner. This nigga hopped clean out the car and started going toward the house like he was a one man army. “Chill nigga, I’m just gonna peep through the window to see how many niggas in here” He waved me off as he hopped the fence. I shook my head and licked over my lips before getting out with Monty behind me. I lifted my hoodie to get my piece as I shut the car door quietly before taking the safety lock off. “What it look like?” Monty asked. “It’s like five muthafuckas in there. Bout three in the living room and two somewhere else in the house” He informed as I nodded. “I got the bottom” I said as I opened the gate to the backyard. “Fuck that shit, I’m going through the front door and shooting the first nigga I see” Montana fussed. “Don’t be stupid nigga, dropping bodies…all we need to do is get our shit back” I annoyingly grumbled. This nigga head was hard as fuck, just wanted to kill any and everybody he had beef with. That ain’t the route to go all the time. Ain’t nobody tryna go to jail and shit. “Yo, why we still talking? Let’s do this shit so we can get the fuck” Monty grumbled as he walked up the steps to the back door which led to the kitchen. I was below him so I would be kicking in the basement door first, starting down and going up. As soon as I heard the front door being kicked in, I busted the small window and reached in to unlock the door myself. Soon as I got it open, I heard gun shots which made me put a lil pep in my step as I grabbed the bag on the floor. I ain’t know what the fuck was in it but I’m sure it was something they stole from us. “WAP! ONE COMING YOUR WAY!” I heard Monty yell as I posted against the wall, hearing dude body drop down the steps. I jumped, aiming the gun right at him as he groaned and held his chest. “Ah, pl-please don’t kill me man…I-I swear I don’t know shit. I just got put on” He cried out, rolling around the floor with hella fear in his eyes. “Nigga shut the fuck up! I don’t need no fucking speech! Tell me what the fuck you know” I gritted out. “I-I don’t know nothing man, I swear! I just got on…just c’mon man, I’m already hit” He groaned. He was irritating the fuck outta me so I was really bouta pop his shit. “You got two seconds to speak the real or I’m offing your shit” I spat at him as I sat the bag on the small table and unzipped it to see what was in it. “They was saying some shit about a drop…set up. Some guy…uh Fetty or something. They was gonna set him up to get hit” I laughed so fucking hard. “You’s a bitch boy but I appreciate the info…who you work for though?” I asked, throwing the bag over my shoulder. “Snake but I ain’t never seen this guy, I just know that’s who they run with” He balled his face up and groaned aloud again. “Thanks buddy” I replied smugly as I stepped over him and ran upstairs, keeping my gun pointed ahead of me. “I wasn’t expecting y’all niggas to fold so easily” I heard Montana laughing as I hit the top step. It was too fucking quiet so I hope they ain’t drop no bodies. “Fuck is y’all doing? Where the rest of the niggas?” I asked once I got closer to the living room. “All tied up” Monty laughed childishly as he nodded over to the step. They tied these niggas up with they own shit and put they asses in time out like some kids. “I thought you said it was like five niggas?” I questioned. It was only three tied up right here and dude downstairs, so that meant we was missing one. “He probably somewhere upstairs, I don’t know. Once I seen our shit, I went straight to it” Montana shrugged. I nodded and dropped the bag, making my way up the steps to see if another nigga was in here. I held my gun down on the side of me as I walked through the hallway, using my foot to kick the doors open lightly. I started with the backroom first, checking in and out of closets. These niggas stupid as fuck for using they stash house as a rest stop. Everybody know if you trapping, work and home is supposed to be separate. Don’t sleep where you work and don’t work where you sleep, that’s the quickest way to get killed. Making it to the last room toward the front, I kicked the door but it didn’t open. “The fuck” I muttered as I continued to kick. The door was locked but it had to have something blocking it cause this shit would not bust open. Stepping back, I used my full force to kick it again and it opened. “Fuck yo!” I sucked my teeth, sliding my gun back in my waist so that I could push the door. It was a lil struggle tryna get it open because this nigga had a stand blocking it. Once I got it open enough for me to slide through, I moved the stand out of the way to enter. When I got my breathing together and looked around the room, I seen some shit that I wasn’t expecting…making my heart drop instantly. Damn. Shit. Running smooth out the room, I damn near fell down the steps tryna get out the house. “Let’s go! We gotta dip, get the fuck outta here” I frantically demanded as I grabbed the same bag I put down. Monty and 300 looked confused as fuck but I ain’t have time to explain what I saw. “Wap- wassup? What happened?” I heard Monty ask but I was already getting back in the truck. “Stop asking questions and get the fuck in the car man” Rome yelled out the window out of frustration. He ain’t have to know what happened but I’m sure he could sense some shit. The car doors slammed shut followed by the screeching of the tires as we pulled off, in route to get rid of evidence. I rolled the window quick to spit as I controlled my breathing, letting the air be the only thing heard as we rode. --- 1:30 a.m. After we dropped off the rental and got some food we all went our separate ways. I got Rome to drop me off back on the block so I could get my mind right. I’m a real nigga but some shit I just can’t handle. After the shit I saw tonight, I ain’t have no idea how I was gone tell Nitt. That shit hit home and I ain’t have no way to tell him but to just be straight up with it. Besides, it wasn’t our fault but regardless it was some shit that would hurt. Stopping on the corner, I pulled my phone out to check the time. It was damn near 2:00 a.m. so I knew Ziya ass was sleep but I still tried my luck with a phone call. The rung about four times before she answered, clearing her throat. “Hello? Will? What’s wrong?” She automatically assumed some shit was going on which made me low key smile. She was concerned. “I ain’t mean to wake you up…I know you a early bird and shit” I chuckled as I started walking again. “You good. Is everything okay?” She asked. “Yeah, I’m straight. I was finna hit ya spot but you sleep so…” I trailed off, looking at the street lights ahead of me. For some reason I loved being outside at night, I liked the setting. Street lights bright, a few cars riding by here and there. Damn I loved my city. “Actually, I just fell off to sleep because I just let Brandi out. I didn’t even know I fell asleep” She giggled. She yawned and sniffed a little before asking where I was. “Walking to you, I ain’t drive tonight. I know ya area and shit, just not your address” I told her. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve came and got you!” She fussed. “Nah, I wasn’t around then…I just got back not too long ago. I’m good, I’m almost there. What’s your address?” I asked. “I’ll just meet you downstairs” She answered. “Aight, give me like 10-15 minutes” I told her before hanging up. --- https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/71/1e/08/711e087eb60ff63cc6a8b7aea0a99b3e.jpg Ziya’s POV: Willie had me nervous, calling me this late like he did. I felt something but knowing him, he would brush it off and tell me not to worry about it. He knows my nerves are bad as fuck so I don’t even know why he does that. This is why I couldn’t do a trap nigga. Late night calls, barely seeing him because he wanted to run the streets all day and night. Panicking whenever the phone rang, spending loads of money to bail him out of jail. It was all too much to handle and I wasn’t here for it. Will and I can be friends forever but lovers is one thing I cannot see us being, for that sole reason mainly. I slipped on my robe, slippers, grabbed my keys and made my way out the door to go downstairs. It was pretty quiet tonight thankfully, because usually it’s not. One of the neighbors has kids who run around every night, making it hard sleep. But that don’t stop me from hibernating, it just annoys the hell out of me when people can’t control their kids. Walking off the elevator, I clutched my robe tighter to my body before walking to the front door. Letting the door close behind me, I stepped down and leaned against the wall to wait. In just about the time frame he said, I could see him from a short distance walking my way. He was dressed in all black with his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. “Wish you would walk up because my ass is freezing” I semi shouted to him making him chuckle and suck his teeth. It was nowhere near cold out here, he was just walking slow as hell. “It ain’t even cold out here girl, shut up” He smirked as he approached me. His tall frame towered over my average one as he pushed his hood off his head, looking down at me. Reaching out to hug him, he pulled me into a nice warm hug, making me lift from the ground a little bit. I’ve always loved his hugs since we were kids, they felt so good. I led him back into the building and to the elevator as we headed back to the apartment. “Why are you walking around this late Willie? You know it’s crazy on that side” I broke the silence as we walked off the elevator. He shrugged and licked over his lips before letting out a heavy sigh. “I know Zi, but I made it here safe didn’t I? Stop worrying your pretty little lemon head” He joked, using his fingers to rake through my hair messily as I opened the door. “I do not have a lemon head” I giggled. “You do! Ya head small and round just like them shits with ya cute ass” He laughed deeply. Turning around, I placed one hand on my hip using the other to point toward the door. “You can leave if you gonna be insulting me in my own house” I said with sass. He held his hands up and laughed as he shook his head. “I’m fucking with you Ziya…where Z?” He was already making himself at home. He had come out of his shoes, took off his hoodie, and stretched across my damn couch. “She’s working. I like how you just came in here and took over” I gave him a side eye. “Damn right, it’s cozy and comfortable in this bitch. Smell good too” He mumbled tiredly as he closed his eyes. I stood across from him just looking at his demeanor. He was talking like everything was fine but I knew that something was bothering him just by the look on his face. It read worrisome and a bit of sadness but I wasn’t going to say anything until he did. If he ever did slip up and say what was bothering him. For as long as I’ve known Willie, he never let people see him weak. Well; after middle school really, during that time he developed his hardness. He used to get teased a lot because of his eye and he would mope about it. Until one day in middle school he just got fed up and starting spazzing on people. That was the last of it, from that day on he would fight head up with anybody who wanted to go. “I know you ain’t gone stand there and watch me sleep Ziya, that shit creepy” He peeped out of one eye making me laugh. “You can see me? My bad, I was just dazed. I’ll get you a blanket” I said quickly before going to the closet. I grabbed him a blanket and tossed it his way. “Thanks” He mumbled. “Your welcome! I don’t have to work tomorrow so stay as long as you need. I’m going to bed” I told him. “Night Zi” He said. “Goodnight Willie” I shouted back with a slight smile. Despite my feels toward trap niggas, Willie had to be my favorite one. He was somewhat like a best friend to me so I could tolerate him and his shit. As long as he didn’t bring me into it, everything would be fine. Hitting the light, I pulled the sheets back and hopped back in bed, burying myself deep in it. I was about to have the best sleep since Snow White.

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