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.Gina had sat down on the couch and started rocking back and forth shaking her head.“I ain’t going back to that shit.Never fucking going back so y’all gotta tell me what to do because I ain’t going back,” she whispered.She tried to talk louder but it wasn’t happening.“You ready?” Phenom looked at Trigga and asked him.“This nigga is a part of the reason my sister and brother-in-law is dead.I been waiting years to take this nigga out.Started in prison when I popped his pussy-ass daddy.I took a bloody case just to take that nigga out.You did your pops justice with that nigga Dame.Dante is a different breed, which is why he’s survived for as long as he has.It’s war and it’s now.You down?”Chapter 2TriggaWas I down? Clearly he still had a lot to learn about Trigga.The fact that I was there was answer enough.“If I go make me a mask no one see who boyed off the ting.Run up on man I’ll boy off the ting.Hop the railings and boy off the ting.Woyyyy! Make me a mask.No one see who boyed off the ting.Run out the bush and boy off the ting.Your screaming please don’t boy off the ting!”Some new type of music I was jiggin’ to blasted all around me as I rode my BMX bike through the borough of Hackney with my skull-printed black hoodie hanging low over my head thinking about how my unk came at me.Like I told that nigga, don’t question me about my fucking loyalty, fam or not.Nigga, you new to me.No new friends feel me? We came London to get away from those niggas in the A after lighting that shit up.We didn’t come here for some new shit, but I’m a hood nigga and I never back down from a fight.So like I told him, I’d educate myself because I was in a new area, like anyone with brains would do and I did.I bashed some niggas heads in first day I landed in London.I cut up some palms, faces and stomped niggas, just to see how real this place was.Just by doing that I learned a lot, but shit wasn’t always how it was supposed to go.Just like the States, London was on some straight hood shit with parts of it trying to gentrify just like how they did South Chicago or every borough in NYC that rich cats wanted to take over.Shit like that got people mad.Shit like that put people out of homes, works, and community, and shit like that was what bred us Hood Misfits.Check it, let me hit the rewind and come correct.Three months ago a nigga had planned to die and take down all those who had wronged me and mine, and eventually those who wronged my fam.ENGA was the motto.ENGA was what took down a foul nigga name Dame who thought the world belonged to him simply because he had the power and money to make people bow to his demands.Yeah, fuck that Scarface wannabe nigga because in the end, he was dead and no amount of money and power was going to bring him back.At the same time though, Jake and I got roughed up mad hard.Niggas came out like roaches, from all levels of the streets and law sweatin’ us, trying to take us out.Jake got lead through him, and I got lead in my side, shoulder, and thigh.I had a feeling that shit was going to happen which was why I sought out Phenom.Turned out Phenom was my blood so that shit worked out like heaven, feel me?Like Sun Tzu said, hit them with annihilation, and then they will survive.Drop them into a KOBK (killed or be killed) situation and then they would do all they could to live.Reason for that was, when we fell into danger, we then aimed for victory.ENGA.That’s what happened to us.Wasn’t pretty, wasn’t simple but the plan did what it was supposed to, and on some real shit, it also revealed more players to the game.That was how my mind worked.For every objective, there was a reason and a countermeasure.London was my life for now.Figuring out the streets, the codes, the people, and me and my fam’s place in it was my MO.That shit included hashing out a new plan to finish up this blood vengeance with this new nigga, Dante, Dame’s older brother.No lie, when my unk hit me with that knowledge, I spazzed out.Like where they do that shit at?We came out of death, only to get our freedom snatched away again when hitting up London? Fuck my life, feel me? Was a nigga scared? Naw, but a nigga was definitely tired, know what I mean? A nigga was also not feeling that fear that was put into my fam ’cause of that nigga Dame and now his Darth Vadar returning from the dead–looking twin, Dante.I had my last week at the hospital to get my mind wrapped around that Dame had a twin brotherwhere I had sent Diamond and Ghost.I had talks with my uncle who helped me accept that this shit was what it was.Like who would have fucking guessed that the demonic spunk would spread overseas and grow into massive evil? The devil sure as fuck knew what he was doing and was one step ahead of even my own uncle.Shit got real.Especially when I got to see that nigga.Before stepping to Diamond, letting her know we were alive, Phenom had us checking his endz, where his legit business was and how the gangs were coded in London.When we pulled up outside of Dante’s codes, shit got really real for me and took me back.It was like staring Dame in the face all over again, except for that cut on that nigga’s upper lip.Seeing him up close like that had my finger itching.Nah, it actually had me squeezing my Glock and aiming to pump lead into him, but Phenom stopped me before I could.Something that would come back to haunt me later.Afterward, we chilled at his other spot in London’s South Kensington Estates residence where he hipped me up on things.I learned that he and my pops, after taking down some OGs on their block to keep the family safe as a whole and get my mom down to ATL, made a code to protect each other always.Phenom headed to London to get a new life with our Trinidadian family out there, aunts, uncles, and cousins.My pops followed my mom down to the A.Before I was evenborn, they dealt business.Both worked the streets to stop this gang shit, but both kept their hands deep in it at the same time to clock their enemies.Finding all of that out had me trippin’, and everything started making sense with why my pops was gunned down
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