Chapter Fifteen“Blood still not answering?” Neck Bone asked from the reclining chair. He, Killa Dre, Ridah Man, and Debo were all at the trap house playing Madden.
“Nah, f**k it,” Gouch laid his cellular on the kitchen counter. “He’s a big boy; he can take care of himself.” He picked up the carton of shrimp fried rice.
“Blood probably somewhere clearing his head,” Ridah Man spoke from the couch. He was playing Killa Dre in Madden on the PS4. “He’ll come to the surface tomorrow.”
“Yeah, Gouch, don’t wet it. Booby will be home tomorrow.” Killa Dre assured him.
“Blood, f**k all that,” Neck Bone interjected, having grown frustrated. “Where the mothafucking weed at?”
Gouch picked up the bag of purple Kush from his lap and tossed it over into Killa Dre’s lap, “Roll up, lil’ nigga.”
“f**k I
