Three days. Three days has past and I haven't spoke to Omari. I was trying to keep myself from worrying so much, but it was kind of hard. He wasn't answering any of my calls or texts. I tried to contact Bean and Nick, but I got the same result. Nothing.

I spoke to Victoria yesterday and she told me she has only been hearing from Nick, but it's only for a short amount of time and he doesn't say much. He just checks up on her and let her know that he's okay.

Must be nice, I thought.

I only know that Omari is okay because of what Nick tells Victoria. Which I'm thankful for because if she wasn't here I've would've been clueless.

I sighed before I drove off inside of my new car. My dad brought me a brand new Mercedes about a month ago. He also brought Queen a car, so we were both mobile now.

It's Friday afternoon and I was just coming from my grandma's house. I make sure I visit her as much as I can because I know she loves my company and I'm her only grandchild. We talked about my mom, old memories, and my future plans all day.

I told her I wanted to run my own business once I got older. I just didn't know what kind of business yet. I was stuck in between running a bakery store or a dancing studio. I loved baking and wanted to learn how to decorate goods, but then again I loved dancing my ass off. It was a hard decision for me. I guess when the time comes, I'll choose the better choice.

Minutes later I was walking through our condo door before I closed the door behind me.

My dad was sitting on the couch watching a basketball game, but he turned his head towards me when he heard the door shut.

"Wassup baby girl," he smiled.

"Hey daddy," I grinned a little bit before my face fell back blank.

"Why you lookin' all sad and shit? You good," he questioned.

I shrugged, "I'm just exhausted."

And emotionally frustrated, I wanted to add but kept quiet.

"Mm," he hummed while rubbing his beard, "you need me to beat somebody's ass?"

I laughed, "No dad, I'll be fine."

"Aight, what you finna do?"

"I don't know probably take a nap."

"Nae, it's like..." he trailed off looking at the Rolex on his wrist, "6:04. You gon' fuck around and sleep all night. And I thought you was gon' be keepin' my lonely ass company tonight."

"I know," I whined, "I swear, we can do whatever you want all day tomorrow."

He side eyed me, "Aight. Go to sleep baby and feel better tomorrow."

"Okay," I mumbled before making my way to my room and closing my door.

I quickly stripped out of my clothes and walked inside of the bathroom. Quickly wrapping my hair up and tying a scarf over it, I placed my shower cap on my head. After turning the shower on and setting the water at the highest temperature, I stepped inside of it and began washing my body. Once I cleaned my body all the way, I turned the shower off and carefully stepped out on the tile floors.

I pulled my towel off of the rack and dried my dripping wet body off before I walked out of the bathroom. I pulled out a pair of panties and a huge t-shirt from my drawer before I swiftly threw them on. I took my shower cap off and set it down before crawling onto my soft bed.

I sighed and snuggled up into my huge, fluffy covers. I felt like I was on cloud nine because I was so comfortable right now. All I needed was some Pandora.

I grabbed my remote and turned on my tv. I quickly switched over to the Pandora app and clicked on Bryson Tiller's radio. Soon Something Tells Me began playing causing me to smile.

This is my shit.

I turned the volume down to ten, so it was playing lowly in the background as I scrolled through my phone. As I was playing on it doing nothing in particular, something inside of me snapped. I angrily went to Omari's contact and dialed his number. When I was greeted with his voicemail once again, I began furiously typing a message.

I was done with his shit and I mean it. He obviously wasn't too busy if Nick could actually call Victoria every once and awhile. He want to ignore my texts and calls? I'll ignore his ass and make him see what it feels like.

I harshly pressed on send and scanned the long paragraph I just sent to him.

You know what Omari? I'm done with you. All you do is ignore me and call me your so called best friend.... but you don't even act like one. I've been worrying about you and you don't even gaf, but guess what nigga? Idc any FUCKING more! You can kiss my black ass and leave me the hell alone cause you not finna be ignoring me like you somebody's mf'n king cause you ain't shit! Don't text me back. Don't call me. Don't say my name. Don't even think about me cause you dead to me nigga! Have a nice fucking life😤

A bitch was definitely in her feelings, but at this point I didn't care.

I turned my screen off before laying my phone beside my head and continued listening to Bryson Tiller's sexy ass vocals. Before I knew it, I was dozing off into a peaceful sleep.

"So Lucky... what we finna do," Sunny asked, making me the center of attention.

I scanned the room with my eyes and studied all of my Slum Money members' faces. Their faces held determination and anger from the betrayal of my.... ex. Brittany. We were all inside of my new house, that I brought two days ago. We spent days lurking and watching the Gunners' side of town. They like to call it their turf, but what they didn't understand was that I run Harlem. There wasn't one spot in this city where I didn't have connections. For instance, I have spies inside of Gunners right now. Informing us with all their plans and weaknesses. Turns out, someway somehow Brittany's little sister Brandy seen me kill her sister and John. Of course she went straight to them and let them know what I did, so she could get some type of revenge on me, but I ain't stupid. I was already ten steps ahead.

I leaned up and placed my elbows on the wooden table, "Well turns out.... they know I murked John and Brittany because somehow Brandy saw me kill 'em. Our spies that are workin' wit' Gunners told me that they're plannin' to attack us sometime next week," I chuckled before continuing my speech, "but they're not gon' make it to next week. We're gonna kill 'em all tonight. I'm assignin' everybody positions later, but the plan is simple... invade all their properties. Traps. Condos. Houses. Blocks. Wherever. I want us waking up tomorrow wit' no rival gang anymore, aight?"

"Yeah," they all said in unison.

"Aight y'all can rest or do whatever, but I need y'all back here by eight," I informed.

Everybody nodded their heads before dismissing themselves and heading out of my house. Well.. all except Bean, Nick, and Sunny.

I pulled my phone out to check it because I felt it vibrate numerous times during our gang meeting. I had one message from Rob and one message and missed call from Lanae.

I opened Rob's message.

✊🏼 lil nigga you got my daughter walking around here like a sad ass puppy😒

I smirked while shaking my head and quickly responding.

I'll talk to her when I'm done wit' all this shit💯 I've been hella busy.

He texted me back a few seconds later.

✊🏼 Nigga...😒you texted me about hundred times just to check on her. You ain't that busy😂

😂😂😂

He wasn't lying. I've been texting him whenever I could to check up on Lanae. I haven't been speaking or answering any of her texts or calls because I needed to stay focused. Plus, I've really been busy.

I opened Lanae's newest message and noticed it was a whole paragraph.

💍🤤You know what Omari? I'm done with you. All you do is ignore me and call me your so called best friend.... but you don't even act like one. I've been worrying about you and you don't even gaf, but guess what nigga? Idc any FUCKING more! You can kiss my black ass and leave me the hell alone cause you not finna be ignoring me like you somebody's mf'n king cause you ain't shit! Don't text me back. Don't call me. Don't say my name. Don't even think about me cause you dead to me nigga! Have a nice fucking life😤

I sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of my nose. I felt eyes on me as I tried not to stress even more than what I already was. These past couple of days have been stressful. From planning to murk a whole gang to finding out all of their information. I had to make sure I killed each and everyone of the members of Gunners.

"You good fam," Sunny questioned.

I nodded my head and removed my hand from my face, "Yeah man. Lanae just stressed ah nigga out."

"Lemme guess," Nick smirked, "she mad at you cause you been ignorin' her again?"

"Yeah," I mumbled and reread her paragraph.

"That's what yo' slow ass get. All you had to do was text her and put yo' phone on airplane mode," Bean said in a duh tone and threw his feet on my table.

"Get yo' stinky ass off my shit, B," I spat before pushing his feet off.

"Nigga that's yo' upper lip you smellin," he laughed.

"Niggas is irritatin'," I said mugging him.

"Niggas is salty," he shot back causing Sunny and Nick to laugh.

I ignored them as I began typing my response. Once I was done I sent it to her.

Watch... when I'm done wit' my business imma fuck you up cause you keep playin' games and shit. That shit gon' stop when I see you, keep fuckin' wit' me💯

The only reason why her ass is that mad is because of her feelings for me. Yes, it's fucked up I ain't texting or calling her back. Yes, I've been doing the wrong things, lately. But if she was just my friend or best friend, she wouldn't have overreacted that much. You know? When I see her tomorrow, I need her to keep it all the way real with me about everything. Her feelings and everything that is still unknown to me. That's my goal.

***

"Aight y'all," I started off as Sunny slowly drove the van onto the street where most of the Gunners lived, "we gon' all spread out and follow the plan... exactly the way I said it aight?"

"Aight," my niggas that was cramped in the back of the van said as they all loaded their weapons.

We all weren't wearing masks tonight because we wasn't hiding from no Gunners or opps. The plan was to literally kill every Gunner member who lived on this street. Each of the men that came with me had a specific house to invade. It was simple... invade house, find Gunner, murk them. I didn't want any women or children getting murder and I made that clear.

I pulled my gun out and cocked it back, "let's go."

Everybody silently rushed out of the van and ran to their assigned houses. I sprinted towards mine, slouching down and facing my gun towards the ground. Once I got to the front door, I looked around and noticed everyone was located at the front doors. I whistled twice, giving off the signal, before I kicked the door open and quickly stepped inside of the house.

"The fuck," a man on the couch said while sitting up, but I put a bullet in his head before he could stand on his two feet.

A high pitched scream from the back room erupted causing me to head straight towards the source. I swung the closed door open with one of my hands with my gun aim forward. In the bed, there was a woman crying her eyes out with a little boy, who looked about four, in her arms.

"Please don't hurt us, please," she pleaded with me as the little boy just stared at me with an emotionless expression.

I looked the woman in the eye before speaking in a stern tone, "You ain't see shit, you understand?"

"Yes," she nodded her head, rapidly.

Backing up slowly, I pulled out my phone dialed my clean up crew. Once I was close enough to the living room, I turned around and headed out the door.

"On our way, boss," Harry informed before hanging up.

He already knew what time it was.

"Let's roll," I hollered throughout the neighborhood and the cries that were echoing in the air.

My members began walking out of the homes and heading towards the van. When everybody was piled inside of the van, the clean up crew truck pulled up beside us. I rolled down my window as Harry followed my actions.

"I want every drop of blood and every fucking fingerprint wiped clean. I want 'em houses spotless, aight," I ordered.

"Of course boss," he said before driving off.

My phone began ringing and I immediately answered it when I saw Nick's name on my screen.

"Everything good," I asked.

"Yeah, just got finished burnin' down 'em bum ass traps, along wit' that wack ass weed of theirs. We only stoled ah couple thousands," he informed.

"Aight. Good. I'll meet you at the crib, homie," I said before ending the call.

I had my top notch niggas leading members other places. Nick had the traps. I had the houses. Bean had some houses. And Oscar old ass had the blocks, along with Chris. I had Slum Money all over their turf.

I don't play with no fucking beef, nigga.