𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑

𝟢𝟩 | 𝖡𝖠𝖣 𝖡𝖮𝖸𝖲 𝟦 𝖫𝖨𝖥𝖤

SA'GARIAN CARTIER KING | SAGE

"THIS ain't smart yo. The fuck you doing selling my shit in a school bathroom?" Sage spat, snatching the bag of weed out the boys hand.

"That's how we was moving our product when you was locked up Sage. We ain't never got caught before." Rai, one of Sage's young workers shrugged. Rai was a sophomore and wanted a taste of the street life. Even though Sage had gave him plenty of warnings, he knew what it was like to want to be the man of the house and provide for your family.

"Who is we?" Sage mugged him.

"Me, Carl, Tarzan, and Zig. Logic was doing it too till he got expelled for fucking ole girl at gym."

Sage took a deep sigh, trying to find a way to respond. The idea wasn't completely stupid but the "what if's" were dangerous. Getting caught selling weed in school was bad but percs were even worse. That was grown man shit and these youngins wasn't ready to give their life up that easy.

However, the more Sage though about it the more he took a liking into the idea. He taught his boys to always have a back up plan after the back up plan so he knew they weren't doing this carelessly.

"How much money y'all making off this shit?"

"10k alone," Rai whispered happily.

"Every week?" Sage rose his eyebrows.

"Every week. All together that's 50k a week, times that shit by four and you got 200k. Then—"

"Times that shit by the time I was locked up and y'all making millions." Sage finished the sentence for him, doing the math in his head. He was away for five months for battery. He'd beat his Aunt Mic ex-boyfriend so bad to the point he pressed charges.

At the age of eighteen, Sage was sitting on millions. As soon as he turned thirteen, his dad started molding him into the man he was today. Sage didn't know anything other then the streets. Yeah, he was a smart student and knew his math but that was so he could have something to brag about other then a street title.

Once Sage hit eighteen, his dad started letting him move heavy weight. He moved to the top of the food chain in less then three months, having the hood persona that gained him peoples trust easily. He was still under his fathers operation but had his own clique too. Rai, Carl, Tarzan, Zig, and Logic was his youngins ready to risk it all. Youngboy, Nas, Rod, and Trey were his brothers from another mother.

"You know how we roll, Rai. We move smart and silent. Don't let the money get to your head and you start getting rowdy. Keep this shit quiet and move yo weight the right way. Got it?"

"Got it."

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The five boys sat in front of the busted down house, passing a blunt around. School had ended less then thirty minutes ago and they were already on the block— making money.

"CiCi said what y'all want from Mickey D's?" Trey called out causing the boys head to shoot up and start calling out meals.

"Chicken sandwich meal, Sprite for the drink." Rod said, sending her the groups money via Cash App. She would never go broke fucking with them.