This is clearly not the real Eazy and Tomica in the mm lol these are the actors that played them in the movie. I'm just using this pic to represent this chapter.

Also, I am now a full time barista at Starbucks, and Starbucks is bae lol I get free coffee whoop dere it is 😝 and of course I'm in college as well so my update schedule might slow down a bit.

During the summer, I used to update early in the morning but now that I'm back in school and work full time at Starbucks, I'll most likely update late at night.

Once again I'm not too fast, you just need to catch up 😂

                                  |Recap|

Driving to San Fran has me exhausted. Scooter paged me the address to the apartment he wants me to meet him at.

I know I'm a pretty fucked up person.

Yeah, I'm fucked up.

San Francisco, CA

Once again, I found myself in the middle of some shit with Scooter and Lucky.

I'm thinking about all of the crimes I've committed in the past. I've been a Kelly Park Crip for years and I've done a lot of foul shit.

Our rivals are Bompton Bloods of course. When I was younger, I wanted to kill every Blood in the city. But now that I'm in my late twenties, I'm beginning to look at life in a different perspective.

I'm trying to turn my life around and I'm trying to let go of this gangsta shit, but my loyalty just won't let me.

Is Scooter a dumbass? Yes. Is he a fucking idiot? Yes. Does he run his mouth too damn much? Hell yeah.

But, I'm not gonna let a few Bloods including Suge smoke him.

Robbing is just something I do on the side. I've killed at least eight people in the past.

Does it make me feel good? No. Am I proud of it? No. Is Scooter's stupid ass worth prison? Hell no.

And somehow, I found myself in San Francisco... just to commit yet another homicide.

I don't know what the hell I'm doing anymore.

It took a couple of hours for me to drive here. I headed straight to the apartment Scooter rented, which is across the street from the victim's apartment.

I don't plan on sightseeing or anything like that, I'm just here to get down to business and make things right. As soon as we cap him, well as soon as Scooter cap him, we can call it a day.

Scooter and Lucky hasn't shown up yet and I've waited damn near thirty minutes. But just as I was about to page them, that's when I heard them walk through the door.

"Well it's about damn time. I've waited, and waited, and waited."

"Yeah I had to pick up the gun from someone I'm cool with back in Compton," Scooter said.

"Who?" I asked.

He pulled it out of a large box, and it's actually a sniper instead of an MG-42 machine gun; then began setting it up.

"Eric you ask too many questions. Just know that he's someone I'm cool with."

"Are we keeping secrets now? Come on, I'm doing this shit for you. Just tell me his name."

He glared at me. "If I tell you, you'd probably go insane. I promise."

"Stop being childish. Give me his name. That's the least you can do after everything I'm going through because of you, don't you think?"

"Eric... trust me, you'll go bizarre if I give you this nigga's name. Drop it," he spat.

I chuckled. "So it's someone I know huh? Is he a Kelly Park nigga?"

"Yeah.. he from Kelly Park. You two had a fallout, that's why I won't tell you."

"Oh it's that nigga-"

"Drop it," he demanded.

I've only had two fallouts with a Kelly Park Crip in the past. Scooter is one so I know exactly who this guy is.

"So you bought a sniper from someone who turned on me huh? I thought I knew you better than that Scooter," I scoffed.

"Aye.. Kelly Park 'til the death of all of us. I know you had beef with this nigga but come on E, I needed a sniper and fast. He's the only person in Compton you can buy shit like this from."

I licked my lips. "You're right.. I feel ya."

Two hours later

After Scooter set up the sniper, we waited an extra two hours for this guy. Seems like he know death is near and that he's trying to avoid it.

"So who is this guy again?" I questioned.

He rolled his eyes. "I thought I told you to drop it. Next subject please."

"Okay but I wasn't talking 'bout the nigga you bought the sniper from. I'm talking 'bout the nigga we're about to kill. Who is he?"

"I think his name is Mike and he owes Henry a lot of money. Henry is a very powerful man and doesn't play about his money, and this guy has been getting away with it for the longest but his time is up."

"So uh.. Henry just randomly asks us to kill this nigga?"

"What, you have a problem with it?" he spat.

"No I'm just trying to connect the dots. Something doesn't seem right about this whole situation."

"Oh I see.. you think we're setting you up? Is that it? Go ahead and say it E."

I licked my lips. "I mean.. if that's-"

"Look I'm not that type of nigga and you know that. And for you to stand here and tell me in my face that you think this is a setup is bullshit."

"So.. where is he from?" I changed the subject.

"I heard he's from another country. But who gives a fuck? It's not going to matter anyway."

"What happened to yo pops?"

"I don't need him. I'm a fucking genius especially when it comes to this gangsta shit. That's why I dropped out in the tenth grade, I'm way too smart for my own good."

"His pops left because he's a fucking idiot. He made a wise choice," Lucky laughed.

"Don't be a fucking smartass Lucky. You and yo bald head."

I glanced at the sniper. "So you're pulling the trigger right?" I asked.

"Yeah," he mumbled.

"So are you paying off your debt?"

"There he is, there. He just pulled up. That black car."

I gave Scooter too much credit because....

"Eric, get behind the sniper and aim for that fat bastard. Get on it," he snapped.

I shook my head. "The fuck?! I thought you were going to take him out?"

"E we ain't got time. Just aim and pull the trigger. Stop clowning around."

"There, up there! In that apartment, they got a gun! They got a gun!" someone yelled.

"It's showtime," said Lucky.

"Eric go! Get behind the fucking sniper and shoot him before he gets away!" Scooter yelled.

Everyone is talking at the same time. Scooter is in one ear while Lucky is in the other. I don't know what the hell is going on with Scooter and this whole situation, but somehow I ended being the sniper.

I quickly aimed and shot at him, but he ran away.

"See? I told you he would run away!"

All of a sudden, it went from sniping his ass to chasing him in an alley. We didn't think to bring our blue handkerchiefs in order to hide our faces only because a chase was not planned.

I don't have my inhaler with me either, so I'm fucked up right now.

We ended up meeting him at a dead end.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he pleaded.

"You really bout to do this?" Lucky questioned Scooter.

It's three against one and he's weaponless. There's no way he can survive this and it's finally time to take care of business.

Scooter took a few steps closer and kept one hand on his gun, while we kept one hand on our guns as well.

"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!" he screamed.

"Come on Scooter," said Lucky "pull the trigger man. Kill him before the cops show up."

"Don't worry... I got this," he smirked. He demanded him to open his mouth, then shoved his strap inside, damn near choking him with it.

Scooter's dumbass is always fucking around.

"Scooter let's go man. Witnesses caught us running and you know they've called the police so just bust a cap in his ass and let's go!"

He scoffed. "Eric you're a chickenshit. Ever since you got famous, you forgot about your day one niggas.. Kelly Park. Well go back to Hollywood Mister Brand New because you clearly can't handle this lifestyle anymore."

"Nah you just play too damn much. You can never do shit right, and that's yo problem. All you do is fucking play around," I spat.

"I'm not listening to you Eric," he laughed.

He continued to shove his gun down the guy's throat, being childish as always.

"Henry Mason sent us to-"

He was cut off after hearing a loud gunshot, and it damn sure wasn't me or Lucky.

"Oh.. fuck," he muttered. Seconds later, he fell on the ground, and he's clearly been shot in the thigh.

"No the fuck... no this fat fuck didn't," Lucky mumbled.

Turns out, the guy was strapped the entire time. He shot Scooter in the thigh as a warning.

I clocked my gun and aimed it at him. Fuck it... looks like I'm going back to the old me. Kelly Park Compton Crip.

"This fat fuck shot Scooter!" he yelled.

I pulled the trigger, shooting him in the chest. I shot him in the chest two more times, before shooting him in the head.

Then Lucky decides to shoot him three times. His body dropped.. and if seven bullets didn't kill him, I don't know what will.

"Scooter! We're going to rush you to the nearest hospital," said Lucky.

"Shit," I spat. Another job gone wrong... thanks to Scooter.

"Gunshots! I just heard gunshots! Call the police! Call the police!"

"Damn.. Scooter you okay?" I asked.

He grunted. "What the fuck do you think E? Hell no I'm not okay, this bastard shot me in the God damn thigh! Damn!" he yelled.

Lucky and I helped him up, and walked him to Lucky's car.

"There they are! Call the police! Call the police!"

"Don't worry about them. Right now, we need to get him to the hospital and quick.. he's bleeding all over the place," Lucky muttered.

"Shit.. hang in there Scooter," I said. Didn't realize how heavy his ass is.

"Aye.. thanks again E. I owe you one."

I nodded. "It's cool. Let's just get you to the hospital before the police show up."

"That fat bastard.. almost shot my fucking balls off."

                                          -
Los Angeles, CA

After our studio session the next day, I decided to continue teaching Tomica how to drive.

I barely said a word and the crew noticed my behavior change. But I have no one to blame but myself.

Tomica has been making progress. So glad she's dedicated to learning how to drive. I know she can't read the manuals forever, I know she has to get behind the wheel someday but she's not on my insurance and I don't want her fucking shit up.

She sat in the driver's seat and fastened her seatbelt.. finally.

"Safety first," she smiled.

I handed her the key. "Here's your key now start the ignition."

"Uh I know what a key is."

"Adjust your mirrors and don't fuck my shit up."

She adjusted the mirrors, put the gear in Drive, then pulled off. I'm holding on to dear life right now.

"Look both ways and drive around the block."

"Can I drive to work?"

"Nah. You ain't ready."

"Fine. Can I at least listen to the news?"

"Go ahead."

She stopped at a stop sign but the car jerked.

"Oops.. sorry Eric."

"You stepped on the brake too God damn hard."

"Can you calm the attitude please? What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," I lied. Then she attempted to give me a kiss but I rejected her.

"What, now you don't want to fuck me? Is that it?"

"What?" I spat.

"You heard me. Well guess you didn't. Got those big ass ears and still can't hear."

"I'm just not in the mood Tomica, so don't get on my bad side."

"Do you want me to stop driving your car? Cause baby.."

"Shut up please."

"A man was shot multiple times yesterday in San Francisco. Witnesses say three young men are responsible and fled the scene. They are now on the run. If you know anything, please call-"

"I was listening to that."

"Look you trying to learn how to drive. Remember?"

"Boy calm down before I beat yo ass."

"Nah.. don't make me beat yo ass."

"Whatever," she spat.

"Whatever my ass. I got my license."

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Weed is my stress reliever. I asked Tomica to spend the night again and we honestly forgot about our mini argument earlier.

I'm feeling her but we're taking it slow. I like how we're using each other just for sex, that's exactly what we love the most about each other.

"I found your inhaler on the floor in your kitchen. Keep up with it," she said before taking a hit.

"I'm sorry about earlier."

She passed me the blunt. "Don't sweat it. It's all good. But I want to get even."

I took a hit. "What? We even. I fucked you, you fucked me.. we even!"

She rolled her eyes and turned on the t.v.

I passed her the blunt and she took a hit before putting it out in the ashtray. Then turned the volume up.

I rolled my eyes. "Can we watch something other than the news please?" I kissed her cheek.

"Eric..." she trailed off.

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