Chapter NineFlocka coasted down the block looking left and right for Darnell. He finally found him parked at the center of the residential street. His arm was hanging out of the window and he was nodding his head to Future. Driving ahead, Flocka parked on the opposite side of the street from him, grabbed his gun and hopped out of the car. Slamming the door shut behind him, he adjusted his banga on his waist and made his way toward his charge. Advancing in his direction, Flocka saw Darnell adjusting his side view mirror to get a better look behind him. From the movement of his right arm he knew that he was grabbing his gun just in case whoever was approaching posed a threat.
“What’s up?” Flocka cracked a smile.
“Flocka?” Darnell’s forehead crinkled.
“Yeah, it’s me, my nigga.”
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