Chapter Six
“So, you’ve been holding us down since Booby got laid up and Gucci went missing, huh?” Gangsta asked as he maneuvered his black-on-black F-150 on chrome 28s through the streets. Killa Dre nodded. He stared out the window watching the blur of the city as the truck sped through The City of Angels. “I admire that, a young nigga like you taking care of grown man business; respect.”
“We’re all crew. I’m just doing my part, feel me?” Killa Dre replied.
“So, who are the new niggaz you put under our umbrella?”
“Banga, Playboy, Bourne and Mad Man,” Killa Dre told him. “They all got their lil’ spots andworkers. But everyone reports to me and I take in that money at the end of the night. I hit the workers with their due, give Vayda her taste and I stash the rest away for Booby for whe
