"Shoot me." Artist smirked, pushing his forehead against the barrel of the gun.

"Tizz, c'mon man, this ain't the way to go out. Think about your girl, she loves you."

"Enough of the sappy shit! What's yo last words nigga?"

"See you in hell bitch." He chuckled as the gun went off.

"Noooo!"

Symere gasped as her alarm went blaring throughout the room. This was the third time that this reoccurring dream happened. She didn't quite understand, she had no knowledge of the guys involved.

Symere grew up in a wealthy family with her father being a prominent drug dealer in the city. She was always a Daddy's little girl and never wanted for anything. Despite her privileged upbringing, she was drawn into her father's illegal activities at a young age, learning the ins and outs of the drug trade. Her mother was absent for most of her life, leaving Symere with a sense of abandonment.

Symere has a complicated relationship with her father. While she loves and admires him, she also resents him for involving her in his illegal activities.
Her father was feared and respected by many in the community. As a result, she often found herself seeking her father's attention and approval, and she became deeply involved in his business.

At just 11 years old, Symere was already working for her father, acting as a 'holder' for the drugs and money he dealt with. She was small and innocent-looking, which made her the perfect candidate for the job. She used her appearance to outsmart everyone, including rival gang members and the police.

Symere was a smart and driven girl, and she quickly rose through the ranks, becoming her father's most trusted ally. She was cunning and strategic, always thinking two steps ahead, and her father often boasted about her skills to his colleagues.

She sighed, throwing the covers off of her and slipping her feet into her house shoes. She emerged out of her bedroom and into the bathroom, running the sink water. She quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth before hopping into the shower.

Symere was preparing for a meeting her father set to have early this morning. One thing he hated was tardiness, everybody who works for him knew it. He wasn't your average king pin, he was actually a sweetheart. He hate himself for getting his daughter involved simply because he couldn't get her to stop.

She lived for shootouts, fights, and knocking someone off just because they looked at her wrong. She wasn't wrapped too tight and her father was to blame.

"Word got around that a nigga got shot. Heard a nigga drew down' and he bucked so his ass got popped. We was on my block trying to move these rocks. Trying to stack this cash on the low, gotta duck these cops." She sung as the water dripped down her body.

"I love that fine ass man." She muttered to herself, applying lotion to her arms.

Throwing on a simple dark gray tee and white sweatpants, a small watch accompanied her wrist along with a chain that picture her and her father.

"Symere hurry up, we're about to start!" Her father exclaimed.

Mugging the door, she opened it with a smile on her face. Chosen stared at her, shaking his head, seeing right through her innocent look. He knew his daughter, and he also knew that she had an attitude prior to opening the door.

"You ain't fooling nobody."

"Wasn't trying to." She shrugged.

"You might be 21 but you'll still get your ass beat, go start the car." He tossed the keys towards her.

"You wouldn't dare lay a finger on me."

She was right, he wouldn't. Symere inherited everything from her father except his skin tone. He was tall and buff, his skin an umber, dark yellow brown. He had a smooth clean shave and a mustache that occupied his top lip.

Chosen Harris

Chosen securely locked up the house before entering the car. During meeting days, he had a no music rule. He wanted complete silence so there would be no distractions. That didn't too much bother Symere, she most likely had her AirPods in.

Arriving at the trap, Symere sat in the car until her father opened the door. He spoiled her and treated her with respect, so when a man came along she wouldn't accept the bare minimum. Symere nodded at the naked girls who were packing cocaine.

It made her cringe at the sight but she knew girls could be sneaky. Stuff drugs up their private area, snitching, and setting up people. Shaking off her thoughts, she went into the meeting room and kicked her feet up. Chosen walked by and smacked her legs off the table.

"Mmcht." She smacked her lips.

"Wassup everybody, yall probably wondering why I called a meeting today."

"Sure did."

"Well, three of my men from Nola will be joining the team here in Dallas. They have been-"

"We don't need no more new niggas. You know what happened last time you bought some new niggas in here." Symere rolled her eyes.

"Like I said, they've been holding shit down in Nola. Tizz is actually one of my best employees, he's been in the game for a long time."

Symere frowned hearing Chosen speak highly of someone other than her. She figured she had competition coming instead of help. If he thought he would better than her, she would show him who's boss. Anybody who went against her always failed, always.

"They'll be here tomorrow around noon. I want you guys to treat them with respect, they've been more helpful than you think."

"I don't think Sy agree with your decision." Dylan snickered.

"She over there mad as hell, boss." Kari egged on.

"Fuck up dirt neck! I ain't worried bout no new niggas, when have anybody been able to fuck with me? Oh, okay."

"Enough, Sy! You can't beat up every nigga you come across. You strong but you ain't that strong. Fix that attitude before tomorrow or we're going to have a problem."

"Fine."

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Guess who's back with a new book!! 🎉

This book is thought out and planned well, so I'm genuinely excited for this.

I hope you guys like it as much as I do.

This chapter is short because it's just an introduction. After this lengthy chapters will be made.