Against All Odds

AAO | InvasionOfPrivacy | 3

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Invasion of Privacy
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"Stop playin' ya self. You'll never have her in the ways I got her. Shits crazy cause ion' even want her, but I got her in ways you could never. That's my bitch." - Benjiman Cartier Gotti
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Friday | January 11

A whole week had now passed and let's just say, BG came into the game head first and took the streets by storm. Within only a couple days of working, he had slowly become the real nigga, that all the real niggas fucked with and Rick hated it. Over the past week, he had successfully snatched up nearly half Rick's usual clients, plus a good bit of his own too. He'd learned a lot about the game from Rick and did the opposite. It had Rick angry at the fact that Benji was better at his own game then he was. It shouldn't have even been a surprise for Rick, it wasn't the first time that BG had beat him at his own game and wouldn't be the last.

Rick was so angry because it was just every thing he did. Growing up, it was Benji who'd always been the best at every thing in life and Rick wanted to be just like him for it. That's what aggravated Rick the most, the fact that Benji beat him so effortlessly and it had him working twice as hard to keep up. It honestly got him to despise BG and do anything to take him down for it too. The thing was, Benji didn't even try, it was a natural thing for him. He was a young king and his angel, Brenda, had reminded him constantly of it.

Benjiman was a big dog now. He was flipping weight like it was going out of style. Now that he had gotten his own weight, it was even easier. He still shared his block with Rick though. They each had three days. It was Benji's block Thursday through Saturday, while Rick claimed Monday through Wednesday. It pissed him off even more to now have to split his days with another nigga that he despised deep down inside.

On what was a windy Friday afternoon, Benji found himself out working hard on the blocks. He'd gotten work just yesterday and had nearly ran through it in the two days. He was preparing to close up shop for the day once he'd met his goal. He had planned that he'd go and grab himself something to eat, but some bum ass nigga seemed to have other plans for him. It was an angry Rick approaching. At this point he was fed up and couldn't take Benji outselling him, so he'd gone to "take" his blocks back from BG. 

"Nigga, get the fuck off my block." Rick yelled loudly to Benji as he got closer. His tone was mean and way too loud for BG's liking. The disrespect was clear and it only pissed him off that Rick would even try him in public. Benji now wore a mean mug on his, angrily.

"Nigga, who the fuck you talkin' too? Right idea, but you got the wrong nigga." Benji said as he continued to stay leaned up against the corner store. There was no fear in his bones, he knew he could take Rick easy by himself. He wasn't a killer, hadn't killed anyone in his twenty one years of living but that didn't mean he wouldn't and Rick was begging to be number one.

"You heard what the fuck I said BG. Get ya shit and get the fuck outta hea. This here is my shit, I run the blocks around here and you think you can come into the game and take my shit from me? You gotta be on some or either just fuckin' stupid." Rick yelled as he was now standing right in front of Benji. "Now I ain't gone say that shit again bitch ass nigga!" He finished and pulled a gun out from his waistband and pointed it towards Benji's face like he was ready to use it.

This very moment brought memories back for Benji, ones that he'd tried so hard to bury. He'd only had a gun pointed in his face once and that was the day he lost his mother when he felt it should've been him. It angered him to even be standing in this position, but he wasn't scared. Death wasn't scary for him, he was just here and didn't quite know his purpose yet, so it wouldn't phase him to meet his maker. If it was that time though, he damn sure wouldn't go out easy.