Not My Mother's Footsteps
are you going to call when your phone is off?”
    “Ugh, it will be on later today and I will call you when it is” Phoenix said once again lying.
    “Okay” Mariah said confused as to why Phoenix was being very short with her.
    Once Mariah was out of the apartment Phoenix leaned against the door with relief though she hated lying to her best friend, Geno made it clear as long as he was paying bills no one and he meant no one was allowed inside her apartment except for her. “I can’t wait to get out of this situation” Phoenix said to herself, she hated being so alone and she really missed her best friend.

Chapter 8
     
    Terrell cruised in his 2014 Porsche Cayenne, he had just gotten back to Virginia from visiting his mother in North Carolina. Though Terrell enjoyed his time with his mother over the weekend, it was time for him to get back to work, and find out who the thief was within his camp. Pulling into his luxury townhome, he pushed the garage opener and pulled his car inside.
    He didn’t get out right away instead he just laid his head back on the head rest and closed his eyes. Things haven’t always been easy for Terrell; just two years ago he was slinging rock on the block constantly watching his back. When he finally decided to go legit he lost a lot of friends, because they weren’t trying to leave the dope boy lifestyle behind. “Rell, we getting money and eating good as fuck, you seriously tryna leave that shit behind?” A young goon asked as he passed the blunt.
    “This shit right here may look good right now, but we can’t do this shit forever. Terrell said as he inhaled the smoke from the blunt, and then continued “not only that, we can go legit and make way more money than what we making now only difference we won’t have to look over our fucking shoulders all day” he said truthfully.
    “Rell no disrespect but fuck that shit, I don’t mind watching my back for the money I’m getting everyday” another young goon said.
    “I respect that, that’s 100 but I am just letting yall know, I’m going legit my dope boy days are over.” Terrell said truthfully “And if you with me, we all can eat together, but if you not, that’s cool too no hard feelings from me” he said as he puffed the blunt. 
    Terrell was now back in present day, and after that night some of his so called friend he hadn’t talk to since then. The only people who left the game behind with him, was his best friend Renz, Old School, and another cat named Polo. Climbing out of the truck, Terrell shook his head thinking that one of the three people he thought he could trust was stealing from him.
    “Its time for a sit down meeting” Terrell said to himself as he dropped his bags down, and headed for the shower.
     
    ~
    As soon as Terrell stepped out of the shower, his phone began ringing looking at the screen it was his younger sister Chavon calling “hey sis what’s up? He asked when he answered as he wrapped a towel around his waist.
    “Scooter are you busy?” his sister asked in a panicked tone
    “Never too busy for you, what’s up? He asked walking into his walk in closet.
    “I locked my keys in my car, and Mario has my spare and he is all the way in Richmond in class, I was wondering can you come and bring me your key?” she asked all in one breath.
    “Yea give me about fifteen minutes, and I will be there” he said while searching for something to wear.
    “Okay” was his simple reply before hanging up.
    Ten minutes later, Terrell was dressed in denim True Religion jeans, a black t-shirt that hugged the muscles on his arms just right. Pair of black high top Kenneth Cole boots, and his wrist and both ears was iced out with nothing but the best. Grabbing his keys, and black fitted he headed out the door.
    ~
    Phoenix was walking around her apartment complex, she was supposed to be waiting on Geno to pick her but he hadn’t come; and she was tired of sitting in the house. As she was walking she spotted
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