Woodland Hills,
California

"GIMMIE MY MONEY IN STACKS AND LACE MY BITCHES, WITH DIME FIGURES!"

Tupac blared through my car speakers as I rolled through my hometowns hood in Woodland Hills, California also known as the Heights.

By now the music had drowned out and all I could hear was my inner thoughts speaking while I beat down the block looking for suspicious activity.

Eleven.

That was the age that my twin sister and I was when traffickers snatched up my baby sister Raven, and we've never seen her again.

Since then I ain't ever let up.

I had this shit on lock when it came down to little kids being trafficked out here in this city.

Since I've been old enough to defend myself against grown motherfuckers I've been running these streets, and I don't see myself slowing down anytime soon.

Pulling up in front of my house I parallel parked before hopping out of my 1970 black out Chevelle on gold 28 inch rims.

Before my mother passed she left the house to me and my twin sister Krish in high hopes that we'd have the same respect for it just as she did.

I did, in fact I did so much that I allowed my sister Krish to go off to college and become a Doctor while I stayed home supporting her future career and dreams.

We graduated at the age of 16 and now here we both are 28 and she's the best doctor in the region right now.

Walking inside my phone began to ring showing the name EAST.

East was my homie, and also like a brother to me because he was the only nigga that I befriended that I allowed to date my sister, he respected her.

He valued her just as much as I did, shit maybe even more.

He was an East Harlem nigga that moved to California at the age of thirteen with his moms because she got a better job opportunity.

He was about my complexion, stood at about six five, the same height as me.

He had a patchy ass beard and was a crazy Dominican nigga.

We moved on the same accord so I ain't ever question his loyalty or our friendship because we just fit.

So when him and my sister broke up, I ain't ever let the breakup between them get to me.

They ended up leaving off on cool terms, and still kicked it from time to time.

"Wassup fool."

"Bro I've been calling ya ass all day son what's poppin?" He spoke into the phone.

"None much, I just been cruising round town looking for funny business, I ain't did shit or been doing shit." I responded.

"Ayo unlock the door I'm pulling up right now."

Walking over to the front door I unlocked it before sitting down on the couch looking for me and my sisters text thread.

Clicking on her name the map showed up and I watched her picture move across the screen.

Where the hell was she going? Deciding to be nosy I stayed there only to notice that she was two minutes out from the house.

Like clockwork East walked in stretching across the couch grabbing his blanket in the process.

"Nigga." I said rolling my eyes kicking his leg grabbing a pre rolled blunt from the coffee table.

Stepping outside I lit the blunt and began puffing on it noticing my sister's car pull up.

Stepping out the driver's side, she walked from the car but her passenger's door opened as well.

"Krish you bet not have no nigga at my house onna set!" I told her jacking up my dickie pants walking towards the front gate.

"Chill Kris, it's just my friend Yara." She said broadcasting a sexy ass caramel skinned woman.

She was about 5'5 with wide hips that sunk into her waist, dough brown eyes, and ass length shiny black hair that looked like a really expensive wig.

The body this girl had was ridiculous, her boobs sat up nicely in her cropped tank and she sported piercings not only in her nipples but her stomach too.

I was eyeing her for so long that I hadn't even realized that Krish was directly in front of me waiving her hands for my attention.

"Yeah twin?" I asked.

"Kris this is my best friend Yara, Yara this is my twin brother Kris."

Reaching my hand out to shake hers she embraced it and softly responded

"Nice to meet you papi."

Watching her hips swing past me I turned around to catch the size of her ass and boy it was massive for her size.

"Damn Krish when you meet her?" I asked.

"I work with her and no you can't smash." She said walking in.