Page 16 of Stay Dangerous

The locks disengaged and I was face to face with Ty-Ty.

I still wasn’t used to seeing him in the trap, nor was I used to the murderous aura coming from him. He’d always had a temper, no doubt, and loved to fight. And again, he’d changed after juvie and foster care, but getting put on changed him like it changed me and Fredo.

I beat his ass as soon as we got home and got word he did what he did. We only started back talking after Ma had a good day and sat us down.

He didn’t need the gang. He had a brotherhood already. He just had to sit fucking tight. Now he was knee deep in the bullshit, enforcing the trap, and doing the count, since his brainiac ass was a numbers whiz.

He left me to close and lock the door and went to the back, where Fredo and Slime were. G, Slime’s brother, and Fade were bagging shit up at the table. Pook was at the stove, per usual.

“I’ma make a run. Hold it down.”

G stood, nodded, and went to the back to relay the message to Fredo. Everyone in Set’s crew was young as fuck; me and Fredo were the oldest, at fourteen. G and Slime were the youngest at eleven. But we put in hella work, and brought in more money than grown niggas serving for Tiny, but we had to. We had to be on point.

I didn’t realize how much Set was saving us when he told us we were gonna be up under him. Not until that first hit came in, andSet took us with him. Until I seen Set really was pulling punches with me, and he could have did me way worse.

I mean, I would have still won. I’m that nigga with my fists. But he a problem, fasho. And fought dirty if need be.

None of us wanted Tiny to give him that order. So it was known, if you was young and wanted to serve, you better get in Set’s crew, and you better not slack, school be damned.

I left out, making sure I heard the locks behind me before I made it back outside. Tiny’s Ford Expedition was idling on the curb. I hopped in the passenger seat, and she peeled off before I could get the door closed.

“You’ve been putting in major work, Rico. Or do you go by Luney?”

I grabbed my hammer from behind me and placed it on my lap before shrugging. “Whatever you wanna call me,chiquita.”

She hid her blush as she maneuvered through traffic. “That Spanish shit be working on them other bitches?”

I licked my lips and kept my gaze on her. “It works on whoever I want it to work on.”

“No sabrías qué hacer con una puta como yo,”she smirked. (You wouldn't know what to do with a bitch like me.)

“Pero sé que quieres mi polla, así que ¿acaso importa?”(But I know you want my dick, so does it matter?)

She laughed out loud as we pulled in front of a house on the border of the Birch Baby territory. “You’re a cocky lil’ nigga, Luney. I’ll give you that.”

I glanced out the window. “Why we here?”

She shrugged as she opened her door to hop out. “I’m breaking up with my nigga.”

I shook my head. This bitch was wild.

But I still followed her right into the house, where we heard sounds of sex were immediately heard.

Tiny scoffed, taking out her glock and screwing a silencer on it.

I walked behind her as she went straight to the back room. Right when she was about to open the door, I stopped her, and moved her behind me.

I signaled a countdown with my hand, before kicking the door open.

Right away, she emptied half her clip into the woman who was riding the nigga to oblivion.

“What the fuck?! Tiny?!” The nigga sat up immediately with his hands up, his eyes going between us and his gun left carelessly on the nightstand.

I made note to keep my shit within arms distance at all times.

“Now why you dumping me again?”

“Because you fuckin’ crazy! Look at the shit you doing?! I’m thinking you nice and wholesome and you a drug dealer! I’on want no parts!”