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Boss' Little Sister : 01

Boss' Little Sister

Chapter 1 :
August's Keeper

Aura

I can't believe August trying to make me do this bullshit. Like boa just cause you sick don't mean I gotta babysit yo lil fuck ass dope dealer niggas.

"August I'm only 16 I don't know shit about this gang shit." I rolled my eyes. I stood by the doorway I'll be damned if he make me ill.

"Guh quit fuckin' wit me. Ya en I both know ya ass caught som' shit fuckin' wit'a nigga like me, specia when I taugh' ya." He coughed.

I rolled my eyes, "Sick ass, I told ya stay out them streets at night knowing damn well it be Antarctica fucking December at nighttime."

"Fuck yoo- ugh." He threw up in the trash can by his bed.

I started to gag at his heavy, nonstop vomiting. So I plugged my ears with my fingers. My mom came past me and sat by him with a bottle of water, sprite, and Advil.

"Umm... you know you can get sick to ma right?" I put my shirt over my nose. Me no fuck with that sick shit.

"Guh tha'ain the important part. Ya brotha is sick, ya can atleast help em." She explained.

Hell to the no I can't ain trying to either, fuck I look like. If you sick yo ass just gon be sick. That ain't got nun to do with me.

After a while August was done throwing up and had done gotten up to brush his teeth. Once he came back he took the Advil my mom gave him and laid back on the bed with a hot towel on his forehead.

"Ok Aug if ya nee' en'thing else lemme know." She got up leaving. I found it weird that I didn't have a Nola accent.

"C'mon I nee' ya to do this for me plea'." He said with eyes closed.

"Why Trav or Chandra couldn't do it?"

"Travis not down hea' and Chandra wit Audrey and Chay 'nem."

"What about yo drug dealer boys?" I should have knew the answer to that.

"Da hell. Ya know damn well ion trust them hoes. Plus for this deal I nee' 'erbody I got. Plea' Aura plea'. Ain neva begged ya na'."

I sighed, "Aug ion know, yo ass 25 I can't handle the shit you can." I shook my head. August 25 still living with mama, but ain mad at him. I'll rather see him every night than every week. Plus since he in da game, he gotta protect us.

"Stop bitchin' na' damn. Ya ass finna be 17 in'a coup' of weeks." He sighed, getting fustrated.

"Aight. I'll do it." I wasn't even gone try to argue with him knowing I wasn't going to win.

"Coo'. I knew ya was gon' give in. Since ya can't drive yet Q outsi' waitin' fa' ya. When ya get thea' show no fea' to them niggas and if one of em try fuckin' wit'cha rememba' they face always rememba' ya enemeh' face. I know they gon' say some shit ta ya since ion neva bring ya aroun' em, but yen got know reason to be scae' after all tha' shit I taught ya, aight?" I nodded. "Hea." He grabbed a black duffle bag and tossed it towards me.

"What's this?" I asked picking in up.

"Once ya thea' go upstah' and ya gon see Ty and Chris. Give'em the bag and they'll know wassam. Now gon' and rememba-"

"Rememba ya enemeh' face, en show no fea." I mocked his accent.

He nodded and smiled, "Na hurr'up yen got all da'."

I smiled also and went to my room to put on something else other than my pajamas. I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth then combed my hair straight down. I put in my nose piercing then browsed over into my closet.