Chapter Two
Baby Wicked stood before the nightstand mirror practicing drawing his .38 special from his waistline that his brother had given him before he’d gotten locked up. He’d pull the pistol from his waistline and point it at the mirror. He did this several times, trying to shorten the draw time with every try. He wanted to be swift on the draw when Maniac and Time Bomb came back around. The Crips had caught him and Te’Qui off guard when they rolled up on them while they were posted up trying to get it. They warned them to stay out of their territory and threatened to murder them if they ever caught them on their soil again. Baby Wicked felt like they got marked out. The way the young Locs got at them had him feeling like a straight up b***h. He hated that s**t and he wasn’t gone let
