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Zachary wasn't no punk nigga, his hands alone were lethal. Zac minded his business and did him, so he didn't understand why niggas like Eric had his name in his mouth. "Bitch boy behavior" as Zachary will call it.
"Regg, you a cool ass nigga and I fucks with you but watch that bitch word when it comes to what's MINE!" Zachary emphasize on that last part, Reggie nodded his head. He respected Zachary, and didn't take what Zachary said no type of way. Real nigga shit.
"Now back to you" Zachary said turning his head into Erics direction, " I'm here now nigga, how you want to handle this shit?" Zachary said in a cold tone, never breaking eye contact with Eric, Zachary was on whatever Eric was on.
Eric had put his hand on his hip,making sure he had a tight grip on his gun, Darnell stepped in between the two.
"I don't know what y'all niggas got going on, but not here, my shit already hot" Darnell said. "Take that shit outside"
" Nah Zachary stay, that nigga need to bounce" Otis said flagging Eric off, Eric slowly backed out the spot with Zachary watching his every move until he was no longer in sight.
"What the fuck you do to that nigga having him wanting to put money on yo head bro?" Darnell asked.
" All this over a female who don't want his ass, nigga swear I took his girl, how the fuck could I take something that was never his?" Zachary said, as he laughed out loud, shit was just mind blowing to him how nigga will act over some pussy.
Crazy thing is the nigga only hit once, and could barely get up, Zac thought in his head going back to him and Fatima conversation they had previously.
Eric knew his way around with his tongue, only reason why Fatima put up with him for so long, but she needed someone who could please her mind, body and soul and Eric just couldn't do that. Not saying Eric couldn't fuck, but him and Fatima just didn't fit.
Zachary on the other hand was pleasing her mind and soul, he didn't get the chance to dip in Roxy yet but I'll all be worth it, Zachary thought. He couldn't wait to get his hands all over her.
"Watch your back nigga, them cross niggas be on some wild kinky shit" Otis said.
"I'm not worried about that nigga, you see he didn't do shit and I was standing right here, he's a bitch."
"That's because we was here nigga, and we ain't going for none of that foolish shit, like I said watch your back young blood , and keep your ears to the streets" Otis said, before headed out to the front room to make a phone call.
Zachary copped his weed and went on his way, he checked his surroundings, and making sure everything was straight with his car, when shit looked good, he got in his car and pulled off.
Zachary pulled up to the light, still paying attention to his surroundings, making unnecessary turns, so if someone was following him, he would have been aware.
A tinted dark 4 door silver Ford - Escape creeped up behind Zachary, His heart started to race, while his hands started to get sweaty..
Zachary was thinking about how 5 years ago, Officer James told him, a " tinted Dark Sliver Ford- Escape , flooded the scene where his parents were murder, the first letter of the license plate started with a C.
Zachary pulled into the gas station that was nearby, watching the Ford every move, coming across the license plate that indeed started with a C.
"What the fuck?" Zachary mumbles to himself out loud , he hurried to place a call to Jaycee.
