𝑴𝒀 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀

「 𝟐𝟖 」

𝘊 𝘢 𝘳 𝘭 𝘰 𝘴
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Carlos sat on the porch with Oscar smoking a blunt as they talked.

"How you like being a daddy?" Oscar teased.

"I'm tired as fuck, bro." Carlos kissed his teeth. "Other than that, this shit fye." Saint was going on three months and Carlos was so mesmerized in everything that he did.

One thing he couldn't understand was how someone could be that small and shit so much off only drinking breast milk.

"That's what you get when you tryna be grown." Oscar laughed as he passed Carlos the blunt.

"Man, I know that ain't Sapo." Carlos kissed his teeth seeing the three boys walk up. He and Sapo were well acquainted from racing. Cam was real strict about his rules on no gang beefs or fights during the races. Everyone always got along.

Oscar hopped up from his chair and walked down to where the teens were. Carlos stayed where he was at, watched from the distance. If Oscar needed him over there, he would let him know.

He watched as they talked to each other in spanish.

19th street wanted jefferson because somebody's abuelita was getting taxed by prophets. Something like that.

"Hey!" Ray yelled opening the front door.

Carlos quickly tried to push him back inside. "Oscar got it handled, go back inside." He tried to say.

Ray pushed him to the side and walked down.

"Gah dammit." Carlos held the bridge of his nose as he walked down the steps as well.

"You boys know where you are?" Ray tried to size them up. Carlos cringed hearing the old man try to sound threatening.

"Of course we do, Abuelito." Cuete said sarcastically.

"Get back in the house Ray." Oscar sighed.

"I got you, mijo." Ray said.

"Wassup, Sapo." Carlos dapped him up.

"Wassup, Saint. Where's Raquelle?" Sapo asked, tuning out the other's conversation.

"In the house with the baby, I just came out here to smoke." Carlos explained to him. Sapo nodded.

"Tell sis I said wassup. We gotta bounce." He said.