This is a novel about two drug lords who grew up with two different lifestyles but grew into the same lifestyles that will cross paths with each other, after business is declared they begin to build a empire but can they keep it strictly business?
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"i still got family in the hood, this shit for real. And I swear they on my mind when I'm off them pills. Only thing on they mind go and kill." - Lil durk
NEIGHBORHOOD HERO
||QUEENS, NY||
Days seemed longer and the nights seemed shorter. It's been four days going on five that India had been maneuvering through Queens. She had been living off the emergency money that August had gave her and it was safe to say that it had gotten her far. Since she had money she always made sure she ate so there was hardly a time where she was hungry. To save money she used her two feet instead of paying for a cab, she'd made her way all the way to South Jamaica, Queens.
India carried around a plastic bag that contained hygiene products, everyday she would walk to the nearest gas station to give herself a wash-up, she couldn't stand sitting in dirt all day. Since she had no friends or family to run to she had to find her a uncomfortable bench to rest on for the night, if she was lucky she would find a unlocked empty car to sleep in. India was proud to say she was doing good at the whole 'survival' lifestyle.
It was going on 12 at night when she found her a bench in the park to sleep on. She sat her bag down on the ground near her before lying down. She twisted and turned while trying to get comfortable but the bench was so hard and firm she just couldn't get comfortable. She decided to lay on her stomach. She let her hand dangle off the side of bench as she forced her eyes shut.
Every night she fell asleep she had nightmares about Ranita and August, that's what always kept her up at night—other than the rodents that crept around her. She felt like she was living in a nightmare, everything went from too good to be true to the worst thing she could possibly imagine. India wondered where her mother was and what she was doing, everyday she tried to figure out the reason their mother could've just up and left the two of them to live off their selves. Isis, acted in a acrimony toward her two kids, she was miserable as hell, all she did was chase after niggas that didn't give a fuck in the world about her. She slept around with a couple niggas from around the way, a lil too many.
Isis didn't know who the father was to neither one of her kids. The fact that she wasn't ready to have kids in the first place were one of the reasons she treated August and India the way she did. Most of the time August would take beatings for India, he hated seeing his sister bruised and beaten up. It was for the simplest things at that, like if the dishes weren't done by time Isis came home then some shit was bound to go down. No matter how bad Isis treated August, he never loved his mother no different—he carried no hate in his heart towards her.
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