Waking up around seven am exhausted from tossing and turning in my sleep. after the attempted robbery My mind was racing I had to figure this shit out. I had texted my plug around 2 am but never got a response. I really didn’t know what he was thinking. Did he think that I was wrapped up in the shit from the previous night? Does he know i’m innocent, but assume i’m a major risk to the team and what he’s establishing? How could my livelihood be in jeopardy again behind a snake move? I had Just lost my step father to a robbery gone bad three months prior to this incident. This happened to be the move that placed me back in the drug game. Before my stepfather passed we had a situation set up so good all I had to do was sit back and collect my money. Of course I played a major role in the operation because I communicated with the plug and he dumped the drugs. But my stepfather took the danger factor out of it for me. I didn’t have to go meet up with these wolves in sheep clothes to make a buck. And even though he was a legend on these streets he still was a victim to the drug game. His death remains an unsolved murder, but from the looks of the crime scene he knew the mothafuckas that kilt him. There was no forced entry and he got smoked extremely late at night. My pops been in the game for a long time and he always stopped traffic before after hours. That was an inside job from someone he trusted I assume my stepfather never saw it coming.
I never thought my little brother would grow up without his father. He was only ten and wouldn’t have his father for the toughest years to come. I mourned everyday thinking about how my mother feels at night. I cry thinking about how strong she has to be still. When will she get a break and have complete happiness in love, but not feel love taken repeatedly? Can she maintain sanity for the sake of her children? The last thing she can handle is to hear her oldest daughter went out the same way as her love. How could I put myself and my family in this situation?
Figuring out who tried to rob me wasn’t going to be hard. The difference between me and my pops is
He has a long clientele list and a circle of flunkies. We didn’t know where to tell the police to start besides his cellphone call log. But me on the other hand I only fuck with a selected few and I’m about to pen point just who did this fuck shit. One thing I will not do is sit back and be fucked.