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pot. I guess he wasn’t able to handle being hood rich and probably wasn’t managing his money. If he was falling on hard times, he should have spoken up. We keep our squad fed well, so he must be on some fuck shit if he is in a down position.
    I met up with Q’Mari at this abandoned house on the south side. As soon as I opened the front, I could hear Todd’s loud ass mouth. In the basement, Todd had his Glock, pointing it in the Dob’s face who was hanging by the wrists with a sock in his mouth. Todd was jumping around, talking shit and yelling and asking why the fuck would Dob betray him. Saliva was foaming at the corners of Todd’s mouth and spit was flying everywhere as he spoke. Todd was so pissed off that he never acknowledged my presence.
    Before I could say a word, Todd shot Dob in the face. Damn Todd is crazy . I realized that I really didn’t need to be there, as I checked my clothes for blood spatter. The only thing left to do was call for clean up and get the fuck out. Once I got the “for sure” from Sasha on the cleanup, we dipped.
    After Todd changed his clothes, we headed straight to the bar to get a drink. I figured he might need one to calm his nerves. The entire way there, Todd was silent, puffing on a blunt and nodding his head the beat of “Jet Fuel” by T.I. and Lil Boosie. He had no intent on telling me what the story was with Dob. I trusted him, so it wasn’t necessary. I knew who Dob’s people were and what to expect, so we kept it pushing as if nothing had ever happened.
    Todd was a crazy ass nigga with murderous tendencies. With him around, I never had to think twice about a fuck boy stepping to our establishment. Not that I was worried, but the streets knew Todd and trust me, niggas didn’t want it. This nigga shot a muthafucka and his pregnant wife over some petty shit. He don’t give a fuck.
    Other than Q’Mari, and me, Todd has never been close with anybody, besides his two older cousins. Some niggas mowed his cousins down in a drive by. After that incident, he was never the same. He was always a lil crazy from the start, but after that, he was a straight-up goon, all day long. He even expressed it in his appearance. Everything about Todd said hood; everything from his dreads, sagging Robins, permanent grill, and ashy knuckles, which were covered in tattoos that went all the way up his arms and around his chest and back. They say that you can take a nigga out of the hood, but you can’t take the hood out of the nigga. Well, it is probably best not to take Todd’s ass out of the hood, period. No matter what package he came in, that’s still my boy for life.
    Me, Q’Mari and Todd grew up together. We were always in trouble and doing dumb shit, but I straightened up when I found out how good was at football. Once the scouts started talking to me, they warned me that it was best to stay as far away from trouble as possible. Therefore, I stopped hanging with my boys for a while, but our bond never broke. When I resurfaced, we were thicker than thieves were.
    After I got hurt during practice and could no longer play, my boys put me on. I could have just lived off the contract money and lived a modest lifestyle. I was too used to the lavish life by then though. So we been in the game together ever since, and with the money I brought in, we built up our empire real fast.
    We were able to cop a large amount of pills, powder, weed, and syrup from the gate. I became more involved with the online aspect of the market. An old college friend of mine put me on. With that avenue, we were able to supply any and everything, and it kept me out the streets. The streets remained more of a domain for Todd and Q’Mari.

Sacaria
    Shayvon showed up on time and ready to spend those coins. He spared no expense. He bought everything I looked at. We hit up all of the expensive stores and outlets. I got handbags, shoes, clothes, and lip-gloss. I’m fresh to death and about to post to Instagram ASAP. Hash