4am In Compton

Chapter Seventeen

C H A P T E R 18- Brooks

"I knew I shoulda added a trackin' s**t ta' ha' phone." Raheem cursed as Justin wa' givin' us da' summary of wha' he found out.

Justin wa' tellin' dat' he ain't got nothin' on ha' . I was keep in' quiet cause I hadda' lot on my mind; includin' tellin' Rah dat' me and his cousin' are datin'.

"But I did find something." Justin replied, which did pique our interest.

"What you find nigga. Ion pay you ta' sugar coat." Rah said in a frustrated tone. I felt fa' my nigga tho'. Cause if India was mission' I think I would kill every muhfucka' in my way till I found ha'. Dat' guh' my world and she don't een' kno'.

"Well we saw two suspecting people at her door 2 days before she was missing." Justin said, passin' Rah da' pictures.

I leaned over and my throat went dry. There was a man and female. The female had curly black hair from the back of her.

Her curls looks familiar as shit...

Suddenly, realization finally set upon a niggas mind.

"Yo' dats Aza." I said, astonished.

Rah looked over at me. "Nigga are you sure?"

"Yeah I'm positive. I remember pullin' on dem' bitches long ago." I cracked a crooked smile.

Rah shook his head and looked ova' at photos.

"So tha' question is, why yo' old b***h at my girl's crib?" Rah asked a rhetorical question while I studied the man.

He looks familiar as s**t.

I picked up da' stack of photos and searched thru' them, da' old nigga didn't turn around until my eyes came across the last one .

Then it finally hit me and my eyes widened.

"Yo, I kno' who dis'-"

"Yall check out the news !" One of or workers interrupted me, bustin' thru' da' do'.

Me and Rah looked at each other skeptically.

"Turn da' b***h on, J." Rah shrugged.

Justin turned da' TV on and da' news wa' already on.

This just in, at a abandoned cabin, approximately 3500 miles outside of the city of Compton. 2 men were found dead by the police have identified the bodies as Casheem Lockwood and Trevan Miller. There were no prints at the scene and the shooter left nothing behind. Police think this was a gang related shooting since Treyvon Miller is part of a local gang that goes by the name of "C$A." We will be back on this story when police come back with more information . Back to you, Lainey.

The room was quiet and nobody said anything. I cleared my throat so I could talk.

" I wanna congratulate da' nigga dat' murked dat' f**k nigga fa' me." I laughed. f**k Cash on sum' real s**t, we wa' done bein' friends afta' he decided he wanted ta' be shady.

Rah chuckled lightly. "You happy as s**t, ain't you?"

"f**k yeah. But wha' I wa' gonna say was dat' I think I know dat' nigga in the picture." I changed da' subject, quickly.

Rah piqued interest. "Well spill da' beans, bitch."

I kept from sayin' sum' smart cause dis' my baybeh's brotha'.

Speakin' of baybeh, you needa call ha' ass pronto. You been neglectin' tha' f**k outta ha'.

I made a mental note ta' call ha' later. "That's my sista' pops, Corey Wells. How tf dis' nigga outta jail? He got 25 mo' years or sum' s**t like dat'."

"So why Rasha daddy at Shay's crib and Aza? Sum' s**t not addin' up." Rah said.

I agreed. "Justin do sum' searchin' and figure out tha' relations of Shayla Anthony and Corey Wells."

Justin nodded and left the office wit' his files. Me and Rah just sat in silence and smoked our blunts in peace.

"I have a bad feelin' somethin' bad finna come soon." I said honestly ,

"Well if it do, we both gon be ready fa' it. I got your back and you got mines. You da' only nigga I can trust and I know you not hidin' no s**t from me." Rah looked at me and and I saw something in his eyes.

Hope.

"You got that right, you my nigga." I dapped him up. Throwin' da' idea of me messin' wit' his sister at da' back of my mind.

"Till death do us part." Raheem cooed.

"Please exit da' f**k outta stage left wit dat' fruity pepples shit." I laughed at dis' nigga goofiness.

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