The Streets Or Me: A Louisiana Love Story

The Streets Or Me: A Louisiana Love Story by Nicole Dior

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her that no matter how much power you have in this game, her and the babies come first always," he said.
     
    I just nodded lettin' him know that I understood what he was saying. I gotta keep Khy and our kids first no matter how hard it is; the dope game can't come before them. After talkin' to Killa for a few hours, I got a call from Marco to meet him and the boys at the warehouse.

CHAPTER 8: UNEXPECTED COMEUP
     

Marco
     
    "So how we supposed to do this shit?" Rook asked.
     
    We was out in Presidential waitin' for the girls to roll up. Me and my niggas had gotten a location on this Trey nigga and his crew, now all we had to do was get them niggas and it'll be mission accomplished.
     
    "As soon as Tasha and her girls roll up, we gon' send 'em in so they can get the niggas gassed up like they gon' fuck, then we bust in and start snatchin' shit up," I replied.
     
    "Meeks say they like five minutes away and Peanut got the van to take them niggas back to the warehouse," Rook said as my phone buzzed.
     
    I checked the id to see Legacy callin' he must already be at the spot.
     
    "Aye boss, you at the spot?" I asked.
     
    "On my way there. Where ya’ll at?" he asked.
     
    "In Presidential, Snipe sendin' the girls in now," I replied.
     
    "Good, it shouldn't take long to get them niggas outta there. Handle this shit and call when ya get here." he said.
     
    "Already, be there in thirty minutes." I said before hangin' up.
     
    "They in, now what?" Dyme asked. 
     
    "Tasha gon' send a text when they ready for us, so for now we wait," I said.
     
    They nodded and I turned the radio on as Kevin Gates word around town blasted through the speakers. I wanted to fire up a L so bad, but I knew we had to be clear minded in order to get this shit right. Five minutes later my phone buzzed wit' the text from Tasha for us to move. Wit'out a minute of hesitation we was out the ride wit' our gats locked and ready to go.
     
    We moved up the driveway to the front door and kicked it in. When we got inside, it was drugs and money everywhere like how stupid can these niggas be. smh
     
    "Everybody on the fuckin' ground now! Anybody move I'll blow a hole in ya fuckin' head. Rook...Dyme tie these muhfuckas up, Bone...Snipe get the drugs and money," I said.
     
    I walked over to the nigga I know fa'sho is Trey and stood in front of him as my girl Tasha held the gun to his head while my sister Meeks tied him up.
     
    "So you the nigga sendin' shots at M.S.K. huh?" I asked.
     
    "And who the fuck 'posed to be lil nigga?" he mugged me.
     
    "I'm the nigga that just might be endin' ya life today. Now anymore questions bitch ass nigga?" I smirked.
     
    "I know who sent ya’ll, I just hope ya kno' it's war if I die," he said.
     
    "Let the war begin nigga. Get these muhfuckas outta here," I replied.
     
    If it's a war he wanna start then he better make sure his soliders is ready before they come in for battle.
     
     

Legacy
     
    Wifey: What time will you be home? (sent 2:30 a.m.)
     
    Me: Thirty minutes to an hour I promise. (sent 2:35 a.m.)
     
    Wifey: Be careful...I love you. (sent 2:40 a.m.)
     
    Me: I love you too baby girl, see you soon. (sent 2:44 a.m.)
     
    I locked my phone and laid my head back against the seat. I don't like bein' out this late while Khy at the crib alone, we both got enemies out'chea from the shit we did, and anybody can try to slip past our security gates, break into the crib, and do whatever to her and the babies. Sometimes, I wonder if bein' in this street life worth all the hassle. I mean the money is good, but I worry about mine and her safety constantly.
     
    I don't wanna lose her, my kids, or myself to these streets under no circumstances.  Which means I gotta eliminate as many enemies and threats as I can before they eliminate us startin' wit' this nigga Trey and his crew. I slide my phone in my pocket, then exit my truck, and walk inside the warehouse. Once inside, I see Rook, Snipe, and Marco around a table

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