Seven Ali finds herself in a world of chaos when she falls in love with her brother's longtime best friend, Yosohn Smith. As the two embark on their romantic relationship, they must face their pasts and confront the challenges of learning to become...
*This is a short and semi boring chapter, and I didn't know how to end it. P.S. I officially hate writing*
Back to back funerals, it's them or us, it's him or me Don't get booked 'cause ain't no bond money We doing this shit for free If he told then that ain't my homie, that lil' nigga weak If I miss, ain't going to sleep, I'm in the street, we play for keeps -Armed And Dangerous, King Von
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Atlanta, Georgia Zone 5 𝑻𝑯𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑫𝑨𝒀, 𝑱𝑼𝑵𝑬 𝟐𝟗𝑻𝑯
With his signature mean mug, Yosohn waltzed through a building where a portion of his drug related business was handled. It was a small ducked off warehouse that was disguised as a garment factory. A few workers of Latin descent were stationed on the first floor, sewing clothing and other items while the real business was being handled upstairs. This was one of many operations that he had throughout the city. It was the perfect front for a vocation of this sort.
Ascending a rusty metal staircase, Yosohn popped his head into a room where a group of men and women were counting stacks of money using currency counters and listening to vulgar rap music. His eyes landing on Scar who was ducked off in the corner, scrolling through his phone while puffing on a Newport, oblivious to Yosohn's presence.
Yosohn was definitely shocked to learn that Scar was the crazy ex that'd been harassing Seven. He was one of his best foot soldiers and had always been loyal as far as Yosohn was concerned.
Scar had blatantly taken advantage of people's trust and as hypocritical as it sounded, that pissed Yosohn off. There's nothing he hated more than a sneaky motherfucker.
"Yo!" Yosohn spoke loudly, "everybody out."
Confused, the group rose from their seats, obliging Yosohn's demands. Scar attempted to vacate the room as well but was quickly halted by Yosohn's hand. "Everybody EXCEPT for you,"
"And put that fucking cancer stick out. Ion't wanna smell that shit."
Furrowing his eyebrows, taken aback by Yosohn's aggression and hostility, Scar flicked the pungent tobacco product elsewhere. "Everything cool?" He asked uneasily.
"You tell me," Yosohn folded his arms, "you the one out here harassing women."
Scar stood there dumbfounded, unsure of how to respond. He was confident that Seven hadn't told Yosohn or Marquis about their relationship. He didn't take her previous threats seriously since he knew how afraid she was of her brother's unpredictable reactions to bad news. This felt like a set up or a trick to him.
