CHAPTER TWOKesha was in her bra and jeans as she got ready for the night’s mission, strapping on her Kevlar bulletproof vest and loading up them thangz. While she was busy handling the mentioned tasks, Te’Qui observed his reflection through the mirror attached to the nightstand. Te’Qui was far from the skinny brown-skinned, ten-year-old kid that he used to be, running the streets with his deceased homeboy, Baby Wicked. He now stood a full six-foot-one and had a body covered in muscles and veins. There wasn’t an area on his form that didn’t have ink on it.
Te’Qui had a small Uzi .9mm tattooed on his forehead between his eyes, seven red teardrops going on either side of his cheeks and an image of Baby Wicked on his back along with his birth date and death date. He had X’s on his thumbs whic
