Darold hated standing the block more than anything in the world. Because every nigga that approached him was always some suspicious type of person. And because the possibility of him getting popped is signifcantly higher. He had just made another sale before noticing that stupid ass 3 hat come into view. Chance was walking with a friend; he assumed it was one of his friends or someone that was riding with the trey nines. The red bandana was wrapped tight around the friends arm. "Oh shit, you that Ferg nigga right? Yo I heard you killed somebody and then skipped town ain't that right?" The friend shouted as they got closer to Darold. He clenched his fists as he glanced at Chance who had the same stare he had. "What about it?" Darold responded and his friend cocked his head at him.
"What made you come back? Ain't shit here for you. Chance done swooped in and stole yo nigga and yo spots." He said as he pointed to the spot Darold was standing. Chance's friend was right about stealing his nigga, but he was for sure wrong about his blocks. "Naw nigga, he been running while I was gone but I'm back now. And I got some of the mob down here with me if it's gone be an issue." He threatened and Chance put his hands up defensively. "Chill out man, you can have the block I could care less I'm mobile now. Jamell quit tryna rile him up." Chance said looking at the teen next to him. Jamell tsked and shook his head. "Naw if you wanna be with the gang, you gotta take what's yours. So I'm gonna need you to handle that shit right now." Jamell said in a scary tone and Darold reached behind his back and rested his hand on the gun he had tucked there earlier this morning. Darold prayed Chance was gonna use his damn mind and not cause a scene.
"Dude for the last time I don't ride with ya'll, I just get supplied from you." Chance groaned and Jamell rolled his eyes. "Only way to get supplies is to be a trey nine nigga. You want yo shit cut off?" He said again and Chance took his hat off and adjusted his hair underneath. "I can easily find another fucking supplier if you wanna keep bitching about this gang shit." He said and Jamell only rolled his eyes. "Besides I think I've taken enough from him, having Stokeley and all." Chance said as he threw a smirk at Darold. Darold released his grip on the gun and raised an eyebrow at the younger boy. "Fuck you say nigga?" Darold hissed and Jamell perked up at the sound of anger lacing Darold's voice. He wanted to stir the pot; but it seems Chance had already done it for him.
Chance had a playful smile on his face as he shrugged. "You heard me, I mean the whole reason you came back was because of him right? But where is he? Not with you that's for sure." Chance said and Jamell was standing behind him practically cheering him on like a damn cheerleader. Darold wasn't the type of person to be petty but this shit was definitely a time to be petty. "I mean sure he's yours. But I don't think it was his name that he was moaning when I was deep in his shit." Darold said returning the evil smirk Chance had originally threw at him. Jamell gasped as he waited for Chance's response. Chance's face faltered for a moment and Darold knew he struck a nerve. "Oh shit! He told you! And you still stayed with that nigga? That's pretty desparate if you ask me." Darold said and Chance was quick to get in his face. Darold didn't even flinch at how close the man was to him.
"Listen nigga, you may have got to him while he was vulnerable but that doesn't mean you'll get him again. Now I don't give a fuck about you selling drugs or even being here but I find out you've been tryna talk to him again I won't hesitate to beat your ass." Chance said with a low growl and Darold put his hands up to diffuse the siatuon. He chuckled and shook his head. "You came for me first so I shot back. Just some friendly banter. I'd keep it cool if I were you." Darold said cooly and Chance scoffed before turning away. He joined back with his friend Jamell and started walking away when Darold called back out to him. "Nice idea on the only fans, would've gotten more views if it was me though." He said and something in Chance snapped. He turned around and charged at Darold.
Darold didn't even second think about pulling his gun out and placing the cold metal onto Chance's forehead. He stopped dead in his tracks as the gun pushed hard against him. Jamell brought his gun out as well and aimed it directly at Darold. "I'd watch who you run at." Darold said and Chance tried to steady his breathing, any wrong move and Darold would pull the trigger. "I'd say the same for you. You shoot this nigga and I'll blow your fucking brains out." Jamell sneered and Darold paid no mind to him. "So we just tote guns now? Thought you were a bigger person than that." Chance hissed and Darold raised an eyebrow. "Yeah I'm not fond of guns but they become real useful in situations like this. Now I suggest you take your overly religious ass and your stupid little demon friend and get the fuck off my block. Before shit get real." Darold said dangerously and Chance took a small step back.
"C'mon Jamell let's go." Chance said and the boy put his gun away before walking off with him. "Aye and don't come around this block again you heard! This mob shit now, you will be shot on sight next time!" Darold yelled which Chance in return threw up his middle finger. Darold had a smug look on his face for the rest of the day. From now on Darold's gonna enjoy working the block as long as he stays in Georgia.
