The block was hot. Itching fingers, waiting to get their hands on something just to get someone down. Judging by the fact it was literally February tomorrow, we had waited this out for way too long.
Roms claimed this had its perks. "Waiting it out first of all raises suspicion for them to let their guard down. That's when we crack 'em down." He told me.
What happened to me was an L, most definitely. But a violation at most. We had to get ours back for that. Just had to. So for that reason, this whole 'act like a pussy' thing was really annoying.
"Yo. Apparently, dealer's in that one caff near Shepherd's Bush Green," Roms informs. Without another word being said, we get in the car and drive to our supposed destination.
