At 17, Candyce's small worldview is maginifed when her big brother, Ace, invites her into his world as punishment. Ace may have been an overbearing big brother at home, but in the streets he was feared and respected as a young drug dealer, proving h...
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Chapter 49
After the night I had--shit, the day I had--I earned me a smoke break. Instead of going home to deal with more bullshit with Yuri, I head to The Loft.
The parking lot is almost empty when I pull up. There's only one truck here and I know it well.
I head into the lobby and ride the elevator up to the fourth floor. I walk down the hall to what's turned into Daz's recovery room. When I open the door, Munch is on the couch in the same position he was in before we hit Angel.
I get this nigga worried, but he can't just stare at Daz the whole time he sleeping. This shit gettin' weird.
I sit next to him on the couch.
"Wassup, bruh? Why you ain't at home like the rest of them niggas?" I ask.
Munch leans back into the couch.
"I told his girl I was gon' stay with him 'til he wake up. That's cool with you?" He asks.
"Yeah. I know how close y'all niggas is. But are y'all close enough for you to be watching this man sleep?" I ask.
"I'd be doing the same thing if it was you," He says.
"Shit I hope not. You creepin' me the fuck out. I can't imagine how this nigga must feel," I say.
Munch cracks a smile.
"Fuck you, nigga. It's better than waking up to an empty room," He says.
"You prolly right about that. But ain't Dr. Amin say it's gon' take like a day or two for him to wake up?" I ask.
Munch nods.
"So take a break, nigga. Come smoke some shit with me right quick. Let this man rest without you staring at him," I say.
He looks at Daz.
"Nah, I'm straight," He says.
I smack my teeth.
"I ain't gon' keep you all night, nigga. You ain't even gotta smoke. But I do need help counting that money we took from Angel," I say.
"You gon' say anything to make me hang out with you, huh?" He says.
I smack my teeth and stand up.
"Stop acting like you don't miss me, nigga," I say.
Munch stands up too.
"Chill with that gay shit, bruh," He says.
"Says the nigga watching another man sleep," I say.
We start walking to the door. Munch sighs.
"Lonely ass nigga. You ain't got no other friends?" He asks.
"Just be grateful I'm letting you smoke this shit with me, nigga," I say.
