featuring Central Cee and Wadz

triggering warning: gangs and domestic violence (been watching a lot of Snowfall and Power lmfaooo)

Slang bank: keys = kilos of cocaine

"Out in the streets, they call it murder..." Y/N turned down the radio when her sister entered the kitchen hiding her face.

"Where you been it's late?" Y/N questioned the teenage girl.

Her sister, Megan, pulled a cup from the cupboard and poured herself a glass of water, "I was out with Dev."

Y/N could smell the weed lingering from the girl. She approached her and took the water from her hands. Megan turned her head. Y/N pulled on the girl's chin and gasped, "Megan."

With tears in her eyes, the girl spoke, "It's nothing. I did it to myself."

"What you walked into a pole? Megan, he fucked your face up." Y/N clenched her fists with anger.

Megan placed her hands on Y/N's shoulders to try to ease her senses, "Please don't do anything. I'm begging you."

Y/N shook her head, "You're fifteen. You don't make any decisions. And you don't deserve this either."

Y/N grabbed her coat and keys. Megan followed her to the corridor, "Where are you going?"

"I'll be back!" Y/N called out as she opened the front door.

The streets were quiet. Too quiet for Y/N. Feigns and freaks were the only things out this late. But she had to find them.

The trap house was more put together than she thought. They were hiding in plain sight. It took a smart enough person to realize it was a trap. The gate creaked when she stepped inside the yard. Two pit bulls sat on the steps.

They whined when they saw her approaching. She smiled and put her hand out. They came running for pets and belly rubs, "Hey babies. I know y'all miss me."

Looking over her shoulder she knocked on the door. The slit in the door opened. Oakley's brown eyes appeared, "What?"

"Open the door."

He sucked his teeth, "Who is it?"

"Me nigga, now open up. It's important."

The door opened just a bit allowing her to slide through. The house reeked of weed. Wadz sat on the couch cutting up kilos of coke.

He looked up sensing her presence, "Well look who came to see us. How is the princess doing?"

Y/N rolled her eyes before moving to sit down. Oakley stood tall in front of her, "Hold up. You know the drill, innit?"

Y/N's eye twitched but she followed directions. She held her arms out and let him pat her down. His fingers glided down her jacket as he pulled on her zipper revealing her crop top underneath. Her heart raced as he slid over her torso and then to her backside.

"Done yet?" She snickered putting her arms down and pushing him to the side.

"What you need?" Wadz asked her as he weighed baggies filled with a white substance. The glass table reflected their faces. Y/N averted her eyes back to her companions.

Y/N sighed sitting next to him, "I need a favor."

"No." Cench immediately said.

Y/N wanted to punch him, "Who the fuck pissed in your cereal?"

Wadz laughed and tapped Y/N on her knee, "Relax love. You can talk to me. Don't worry about him."

Y/N's gaze met Walid's, "You remember my sister?"

"Yeah. What about her?"

She cleared her throat ignoring the presence of drugs, "She's got this boyfriend, Devin Lancaster but goes by Dev."

"He runs with the Jamaican gang, right? I see where this is going." Oakley interrupted again.

"Let her finish, Cench." Wadz snapped causing Y/N to jump.

"He beat her up and I need him gone."

Wadz laughed finally turning his full attention to the distraught girl, "Woah, easy."

"I know y'all can do it." Y/N wasn't feeling their small talk. She had a job for them and she wanted it done immediately.

Cench scoffed, "You think we're killers?"

Y/N pointed to the weight on the table, "If y'all moving keys then yes."

Wadz and Cench looked at each other seemingly taking telepathically. Y/N's leg shook as they made their decision.

Wadz cleared his throat pulling Y/N closer to him. The warmth from her body clouded her senses. He leaned over to whisper into her ear, "You sure about this?"

She tried to ignore the way his voice made her feel, "Yeah."

He rubbed circles on her hand as he pulled away from her, "Okay. But it's not for free."

Her nostrils flared, "I know."

Wadz let her go and stood up, "Give us forty-eight hours."

Y/N was already at the front door as the conversation began to end, "Bet."

"Oh and Y/N?" Oakley spoke just as she was about to cross the threshold.

Her hand hovered over the doorknob as she spun around. All she wanted to do was get out of there. Even though the place was modernized she could still feel the memories of her days there.

"Yes?"

"I look forward to working together again."

Her stomach flipped as she nodded. It was a cycle. Back and forth to the trap and hitting licks with her favorite guys.

She had made a deal with the devil and his sidekicks...again. And when it was time to pay up she had to do it, no matter what.

Authors Note:

3K IS INSANEEEE

Updates all night long babes

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