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Brock, picking leaves out his hair and clothes nodded his head. “Nah, nah, not a problem.”

I looked at his ass because he was just losing his shit before, and now shit was all smooth. Both cars didn’t even have the same horsepower.

Brock was getting to the money, but he wasn’t getting money to put Fendi in a damn Bugatti. “What the fuck?” Fendi couldn’t believe his brother was agreeing.

Zuri nonchalantly picked in her nails as she leaned on her brother. “I can do the corvette… doesn’t matter what I drive. Nigga can’t beat me.”

“Can’t wait to shut that pretty fucking mouth, the only thing that shit should be wrapped around is my di?—”

Both me and Brock was warning Fendi’s ass with our eyes to be careful what the fuck he was saying, but he was a hot head that had no regard for discipline.

Before he could finish his sentence, Kano punched him in the mouth, sending blood spewing from his lips as he fell back a few paces, holding his mouth.

“What the fuc?—”

“Watch that fucking mouth when it comes to her… feel me? Now, if she wins, I’m gonna beat yo little ass… and if she loses…I’m still gonna beat yo ass.”

“Clean your mouth up so I can beat you real quick.”

Fendi was competitive, so even with his mouth leaking, this nigga was ready for anything. He used his shirt to hold his mouth and clean the blood up and nodded his head, finally being smart enough not to fucking talk back.

Benzani was nowhere to be found. Had he said that shit with that loco nigga around, he would have been dead. Kano was more a controlled chaos, and let you know he wasn’t to be fucked with, but his brother was different.

Zuri was ten times worse, because I heard of the shit that bitch had done. Which is why she didn’t need her brother protecting her, because she could hold her own.

“I’m riding with you, Fendi.” I said and watched them as I left the sidewalk.

Why the fuck were they all staring at me, including Aimee’s fine ass. She was standing in front of both Capone and Cappadonna, which told me she wasn’t to be fucked with.

Zuri nodded and she went to get the corvette that she would be driving tonight.

Kano kissed his sister’s cheeks, and then they hit a handshake, before she skipped down the block.

Cappadonna kissed Aimee’s head and said something to her, and she nodded.

Capone did the same and they sent her on the way, as she followed behind Zuri.

“We still meeting up at the after party at the mansion!” Brock yelled to me as we were waiting at the starting line.

A fine ass bitch stood with the flag in her hand. A dark-skinned nigga walked in front of our cars and kissed her on the lips while whispering something in her ear, and grabbing her ass.

The ring on her finger let me know that nigga locked her down. “You cute, Skye!” Aimee yelled out the window.

“Thank you, baby!”

I looked over Fendi with his fat ass lip. “You good?”

“Gonna smoke this bitch so hard.” It wasn’t about winning; he wanted to ruin Zuri because she was the reason for his fat lip. He couldn’t lose, and get his ass beat by her brother. Even though there was no winning when it came to that nigga.

I kept thinking about Quameer Inferno and how he was staring at me. If he wanted to do something to me, he would have done it right then and there. It wasn’t like this racing weekend was mutual territory.

All that king talk had me confused, too. Maybe that was the way they got through their grief. I hadn’t heard too much about him stepping into his brother’s role. Brushing the situation off, I was more focused on this race and turning up at the mansion soon after.

I dug in my pocket and popped me fentanyl. Whenever I was ready to turn up, I popped me some and woke up the next morning not feeling shit. Miami was the place to be when you wanted to party and feel numb at the same time.

With more money, you were granted access to better drugs. At any time, I had a dealer come bring me what I needed.

I took them back without any water and watched as shorty swung her hips and the flag.

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The engines revved as Zuri took a pull of her black and mild and looked over at us. “And when I smoke you, your tongue should only be used to lick the inside of my pussy.”

“Promise?” Fendi laughed, looking at her.

She sighed. “Not really… can’t lick this pussy if my brother put his hands on you. You too soft, Fendi.”

His butt hurt ass tightly gripped the steering wheel as shorty waved the flag, and we flew away from the starting line. Each time I looked over, she was maneuvering the whip with a black and mild tucked between her lips, like it was nothing.

“She gaining on yo stupid ass,” I told him like his ass wasn’t silently freaking out because she was hitting the corners like a pro.

We raced up 41 st street until we made it onto the highway. Each time we gained on her, she switched sides, making it impossible for him to get in front of her.

“Fucking bitch!” He screamed and hit the steering wheel, switching lanes and stomping on the gas, as she continued to apply pressure. “Bout to run this bitch off the side.”

“Not with me in the fucking car!” I screamed, the pills letting me know they were working, so now I was scared as shit.

She stomped on her brake, and whipped around a slow-moving car, almost causing us to run into the whip. “Bitch too nice…there’s three bitches that I hate… Zuri, Shai, and fucking Star Cromwell.” He growled, saying their names.

“Just say you hate women, nigga.”

“Cocky bitches.” He was talking more to himself than he was me.

That familiar sound echoed in my ear as a red bike zoomed fast by us. With the way Fendi was driving, we got near the bike, and the person held up their index finger and middle finger together with their thumb extended, making a gun, and then bent the thumb twice as if to signal they fired a gun.

“Who the fuck is that on the bike? You saw that shit” I was nearly holding onto the damn dashboard with my chest beating out of control.

“Shut the fuck up, Polo!” Fendi hollered while focused on trying to get around this bitch, who was smoking his ass.

We were neck and neck with the bike and the person flipped up their visor and I saw their eyes. Those light color eyes and intense stare were so fucking familiar. He flipped it back down and then zipped right in front of us, causing Fendi to stomp on his brake again, and he was gone.

“Who the fuck was that?” My hand was rested on my chest like a grandma that had a big fright.

“I don’t fucking know… tighten the fuck up, I’m trying to win.” At this point, it was the anger making him delusional, because as she curved around to head back to the finish line, I knew this nigga wasn’t winning shit.

As she whipped around, Aimee sat in the window with both her middle fingers pointed at us, then she slid back down into her seat.

“You cute fucking bitch!” I hollered at them.

With the way Fendi was busting up the street to beat her, I closed my eyes because I knew we were going to lose.

Fendi lost and Kano was there to whip that nigga’s ass. I got the fuck off the block and headed to the mansion party. We was paying all this money to rent that bitch out and niggas was probably drinking all our liquor and fucking our bitches.

I was ready to drink and fuck while balling the fuck out tonight. The one lesson I learned tonight was never to take that many pills because I was tripping the fuck out, but I hit a smooth walk as I sauntered into the mansion.

Bitches were barely dressed and there were bottles opened everywhere. “This what the fuck I needed!” I yelled over the music at Brock who was already feeling that honey pack with his freaky ass.

He had already grabbed a shorty up and was rubbing up on her. This nigga was going to get a sexual assault case with the way he be moving.

“We got you drinks… get in on this blackjack game!” One of our homies yelled from the kitchen.

They had the circular dining table filled with weed, pills, and coke, along with jewelry, money and then poker chips and cards. It was high stakes because a nigga had his key fob sitting among the pile of shit.

“Who the fuck grill is that?” I looked at the gold teeth sitting on the damn table, drool still attached to the bitch like they just put it down.

When I sat down, I recognized everyone except one of the niggas. He had his hair pulled up in a bun with a nose piercing on one side of his nose. Tattoos covered his arms, and a simple gold chain hung around his neck.

“Where you from?” I asked as they dealed me my cards.

One of the younger niggas I knew, who had a bitch on his lap, laughed. “Za… nigga own hella dispensaries throughout the tri-state…everybody know who Za is.”

He never said anything or tried to introduce himself. If anything, he seemed annoyed that I even asked about him. I ignored him and got a few drinks in me and did a few lines while feeling good.

“Woooooo!” I screamed while pinching the bridge of my nose after being bored with the poker game.

A nigga was feeling nice, and I started moving my hips like I was fucking Selena, because a nigga was Bidi Bidi Bom Bom.

Some shorty was grinding on me while I was downing a bottle of tequila mixed with ecstasy. I heard whispers and everyone talking to each other as the DJ continued to mix Jeezy records. I ignored them and was in my zone, turning the fuck up before fucking this fine bitch right in front of me.

As I tilted the bottle to my lips, something caught my eye, making me miss my mouth. The liquor spilled all over me. I slowly turned and closed my eyes a few times because I had drank too much and did too many drugs.

With a smirk on his face, dressed down in a pair of jeans, his black timbs sloppily laced, and his biker vest on, Quasim Inferno walked into the house. When he turned to dap the nigga Za, I realized that was why he looked so familiar.

His back turned slightly, and the back of his vest was clear as day… King Inferno.