Chapter 8The next day
That was some wild s**t that happened the other day, Blood. I thought cha pops was gon’put hands on your mom’s and s**t. I grabbed my strap. I thought I was gon’ have to buck pops down.” Baby Wicked relayed to Te’Qui from where he sat perched on a Huffy. The young hoodlum had a hand in every crime you could name. He was a young knucklehead looking to gain hood stardom, and he was looking forward to bringing his homeboy along on his journey. Two years prior he’d gotten his officials and was now claiming Eastside Outlaws Rolling 20s Bloods Gang.Thesame set his big brother had pledged allegiance to.
“Man, chill with all of that murdering my dad s**t. That’s my pops.” Te’Quicontinued eating from his bag of chili cheese Fritos and drinking his Arizona ice tea.
“I know.
