The Circle: Rain's Story Read Online Free Page B

“shoot first ask questions later” mentality. His three obsessions were: getting money, pussy and the hatred for New York drug dealers. Not only was Lil Dot’s biggest competitor, Brooklyn, selling drugs a few hundred yards away from him. Brooklyn was a New Yorker, and they hated each other’s gut, becoming silent mortal enemies.
    Brooklyn was from Brownsville, Brooklyn, of course, and epitomized New York swagger. Brooklyn wasn’t new to Baltimore; he had been hustling down there since the early 90’s. Like most New York hustlers, his flash and enigmatic personality drew the locals to him. The females couldn’t get enough of him and most males in the city tried to copy him.
    His style, his savvy represented both a hustler and pretty boy at the same damn time. His drug game was head and shoulders above everyone. He knew how to make money. Brooklyn wasn’t no slouch either because under his pretty boy looks was a stone cold killer. Brooklyn had the best dope in Baltimore and his package called WMD (weapon of mass destruction) killed many dope fiends who overdosed off of it, making other fiends want it even more. He ran his entire operation from one building, which he used as a stash house that held the bulk heroin and cash and ran the rest from the outside and stashing g-packs (50 half gram vials of cut heroin, worth $1000 wholesale) under steps, in car wells or bushes and was directly across the street from the Porter’s household.
    Lil Dot and Brooklyn had more than their share of beef in the past, but for the sake of money, it’s been nothing major. Both knew it would only be a matter of time, because they both had equal addictions – more money, and the block was just too small for the two of them.
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    IT WAS FRIDA Y, about seven o’clock when Rain and Dayvid spotted Veronica coming out of the Korean Nail Salon on North Ave. Veronica was only twenty-one, but she already was a seasoned jump off to many of the drug boys in Baltimore. She stood five foot three, with thick thighs and an even thicker ass and breast, and had the hoe game down to a science. She was a free agent, and loved spreading herself around and word on the street, from East Baltimore and back, her throat and pussy game brought niggas to their knees. She was all about the paper and got it anyway she could get it, and was known to set up many out of town drug boys for robberies.
    She was one of many of Rain and Nanny’s customers from the neighborhood who bought goods from them. Rain spoke first.
    “Yo, what it is, Veronica?” While giving her a rare smile.
    Veronica turned around and spread her falling hair from her eyes and her face lit up.
    “Oh, shit. What’s up Rain ?” Veronica screamed as if she hadn’t seen her in years.
    Making her way over to them with open arms, she gave Rain a light hug. Rain embraced her back. When they pulled away, Rain introduced her to her brother.
    “You know my brother Dayvid, right?”
    Veronica sucked her teeth. “Yeah, I know that bad ass nigga. He robbed my lil cousin of his bike last year.” She huffed and added, “But he gave it to him back.”
    The y all chuckled when Dayvid shrugged it off and joked. “It wasn’t me it was my twin.”
    Veronica turned her attention back to Rain as she tapped her on the arm. “I ain’t seen yo ass in a minute. What’s up with those Gucci boots I ask you to get me?”
    “I got you ma, it’s just taking me longer than I expected. But my connect told me they got a fresh line coming in next week and you are first on the list.” she lied. “Size six right?”
    Veronica smiled gleefully that she had remembered. “You know it, girl.” It was a brief pause until Veronica asked curiously, “So, what you doing over this way?”
    “We were looking for you.” Rain answered quickly.
    Veronica frowned slightly and asked inquisitively . “What y’all want me for?”
    Rain looked her directly in the eye and