Chapter EightBully looked both ways before jogging across the street from the trap house. He hopped into the car where Thangz eagerly awaited him and slammed the door closed. He turned around to her with three nickel rocks in his palm. She looked from the rocks to him and then back again.
“Is that all?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, disappointed.
“f**k you mean is that all?” Bully snapped, twisting his face. She had some f*****g nerves. “b***h, you’ve been smoking good and plenty these past few months. On my dollar, I may add. And you got the audacity to turn your nose up?” Thangz just stared at the three pebbles of crack in Bully’s dry, ashy palm. “f**k it, more for me.” He said. Before he could close his palm, Thangz snatched one of the rocks and grabbed one of the scarred, glass pi
