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

covered wit' guns, drugs, and money. Where the hell they get this shit from?
     
    "Yo, what's all this here?" I asked.
     
    "Oh this...this here is about ten full bottles of promenthezine wit' codine, twelve bricks of kush, over 300 ecstacy pills, 250 xanax bars, 200 oxycodone pills, and five kilos of powder," Snipe said.
     
    "And this here is over $150,000 in cash my nigga, plus we snatched seven .9mms, four M16s, three rifles, five saw off shotguns, two 380s, and a grenade launcher. On my moma, them niggas was loaded." Rook added.
     
    "Damn they was packin' like that fa'real?" I asked shocked.
     
    "Boss, the shit shocked us too, then the niggas had it out in the open like they wasn't worried 'bout shit," Marco replied as I shook my head.
     
    Niggas like Trey and his crew is dumb as fuck yo. Like fa'real who keeps this type of shit out in the open, in the same place they lay they damn head. One time could've kicked in the do', and booked all their asses on drug trafficking and firearm charges.
     
    "Shit look like we got some new product on our hands which means mo' money for us," I smirked.
     
    "True, true but what we gon' do wit' them niggas in the back?" Rook asked.
     
    "Duh nigga, we gon' kill them niggas and get rid of the bodies the fuck!" Snipe exclaimed.
     
    "I'ma let you handle that while me and Marco get this shit outta here. When it's done, hit my line so I can send a clean up crew to handle the mess," I said.
     
    "Already my nigga do ya thang 'cause a yungin' finna enjoy this shit. Time to show these niggas that M.S.K. ain't the niggas to play wit'," Snipe replied cockin' his gun.
     
    I just shook my head while me and Marco packed up the shit so we could move it to one of my duck off spots, then I can get home to Khy. I kno' Rook and Snipe can handle this Trey shit which means me or Luke not havin' to get no mo' blood on our hands. Trey and his crew is just one enemy down though...we always got mo' to come.

CHAPTER 9: SEEKING GUIDANCE
     

Miracle
     
    I sat against the wall in my cell staring at a photo of Luke and I together. It's been weeks since he came to visit me and I was starting to get worried. I was finally set a court date and they're taking the case to trial; my lawyer say I got a chance at receiving five to six years with the possibilty of parole which means A'Laya will be at least six or seven when I get out. I hope my baby girl doesn't forget about me, it already seems that Luke has.
     
    Khyia came to visit me last weekend, I was so happy to see my girl, even with the scar in her face she was still a baddie, lol. I was shocked when she told me that her and Legz were expecting twins, and she's officially back in school for a Bachelor's in Business Management. Legacy better do right by her or else I'll kick his ass when I get out. Life on the inside is stressful as hell, 'specially when you feel like world is against you, only thing you can do to keep sane is pray for guidance and forgiveness. I been attending the church services that they have trying to keep my mind clear, I just wanna be free from this place.
     
    I was knocked from my thoughts by the guard calling my name, "Miracle Black, you got mail baby girl." She called out.
     
    I jumped down from my bunk and took the small stack of mail from her. I shuffled through seeing letters from my mom, my younger sister, Khyia, and Luke. I opened the one from Luke first and read it.
     
    Miracle,
    I know it's been a minute since my last visit and I'm sorry, but I been working on trying to leave this lifestyle behind me for the sake of us and my kids. This ain't how I wanna raise Lucas or A’Laya, so I'm doing what I gotta do to get out. I know you always talked about us getting out the game and moving to California somewhere to start over, don't worry ma I got plans for us. I been gettin' up with the lawyer so I know what's going on wit' ya case, we gon' try to push for at least two years and parole instead of five.
     
    I been stressed