It was my blood that ran through their veins, and every single thing that they learned, they had learned it from the head bitch in charge. There wasn’t a game that they could play that I hadn’t already played. There wasn’t a nigga they could fuck or suck who I didn’t already know about. The fact ...
BONES I had been casing the streets for at least three hours trying to find Quinton. I didn’t want to ask anyone if they’d seen him, only because I had to stay low-key. Niggas were already eyeing me like I was the police. I was in a hood that wasn’t familiar to me, but I still managed to see some...