The tension in the city was heavy. Everyone in the gang felt it — the calm before the storm. But Keon and Neon? They had a way of making even a war zone feel like a playground.
They were walking down the cracked sidewalk near the outskirts of their turf, casually tossing popcorn between each other from a convenience store bag.
“Man,” Keon muttered, “in two days we might be bleeding all over some concrete.”
Neon popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth. “Yeah, so we gotta enjoy the view while we can, right?”
Just then, two absolute baddies strutted past on the opposite side of the street — legs long, makeup perfect, outfits screaming danger and desire. The kind of women who knew they were fine and didn’t need anyone to tell them… but didn’t mind hearing it either.
Keon whistled. “Damn.
