In The Streets I Thrive

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Chapter 8

It's this young kid that I took under my wings while you were away." Announced Saint over a meal at Santos Steakhouse.

"Come on now, Saint, you know how I feel about fucking with new niggas. They can't be trusted, they ain't cut from the same fabric that you and I were cut from."

"That's true." Agreed Saint John. But this kid, Moon is the real deal, in fact, the boy kind of reminds me of you."

"So, you found one of the last of a dying breed?"

My question was sort of a joke, but also serious too. For the last few weeks, me and Saint have been moving these bricks and old school corner-boy hustling, moving weight rock for rock in the process building a loyal clientele.

"Okay, I'll meet this Moon nigga." I conceded after I swallowed a mouth full of steak.

Saint John smiled broadly and chimed, "Good because I already invited the Lil nigga here." He said, "The nigga just walked through the doors."

I glanced over in that direction, Moon's complexion could only be described as the color of an Ace of Spades, he stood around Five-five or Five-six in height. Moon was rocking a fresh set of cornrows. His black jeans were two sizes too small, his pink T-shirt fit him the same way. A good-looking kid with eyes of a killer. Saint stood up and greeted Moon when he reached the table, I remained seated.

"Moon, my dude, it's good to see you."

"And it's good to be seen." Replied the kid.

"How you been Fam?"

"I'm good, but my pockets are kinda slim, I need a job ASAP. You feel me?"

"Don't worry about nothing, I got you, kid."

Moon, slid into the booth beside Saint and I asked, "You hungry, Fam?"

"If you're talking about a bag then hell yeah, I'm starving." He leaned closer towards and spoke in a hushed tone. "Saint tells me that y'all got the hook-up on some Bibles."

I shot a look over at Saint, wondering why in the hell was he exposing my business to an unknown. I regarded this Lil nigga intently as he continued.

"If you wanna see a real profit then I suggest that you think about expanding yo business into Ridgewood Apartments."

I considered what Moon was telling me for a moment. From what I could remember about the Ridgewood projects besides from being the deadliest apartment complex in the city, that it was major in making nigga hood-rich.

I said, "The Ridgewood Apartments, huh?"

"Yeah, but it's a small problem though."

"What type of problem?" I quizzed suspiciously.

"Well, it's another crew in there running the spot, and from what I've learned thus far they're backed by some heavy players in the game."

"Yeah, a nigga named Christian French." Interjected Saint John.

"Who is this nigga, Christian French? That name keeps coming up a lot. It seems to be in every other conversation that I have lately."

Christian French was a name that was starting to rub me the wrong way.

Moon was saying, "Those niggas are racked up. Shit---on average them fools are at least raking in a million dollars a month from Ridgewood alone."

"And how do you know all of this?" Quizzed Saint.

"Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing."

"Look." Moon snapped looking directly at me. "I know you don't know me, Cece, and niggas like us don't trust too easily, but I'm a solid nigga and I'll cut for you until I don't." Moon said, "I've been watching these fools for months now because I was planning on hitting these niggas my fucking self. But hey, I'm willing to split the profits with you niggas." He said, "Now if you niggas in, I say we hit these fools tonight."

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