Product Of The Street: Union City 5 (Product of the Street: Union City #5)

by E. Bowser

Henny should be sentenced to prison and locked the fuck up for murdering my pussy the way he does.

This manipulating big dick bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

“I love you, Hendrix,” I answered instead of agreeing. Because I wasn’t about to say I love you, I crave you, I need you, and I would kill for you. It all sounded so fucking insane that I refused to say that shit out loud.

“This is the shit I’m talking about! This demon man-child is trying to take out my baby. Mala, let’s go before little Charles Lee Ray tries some voodoo shit on my daughter,” Link said, pulling Cece out of my arms.

“Sanchez, I already knew Link had a secret baby, but I didn’t know you were the first, my nigga,”

I watched with my mouth open as he slid across the hood of his car like he was in some action movie. Without looking, I knew everyone else’s faces matched my own as we stared in disbelief.

Karma sprinted over to Cece just as I was a few feet away. This fool looked at Travis and pushed him away from Cece before looking over at Pusha. Then, he punched him in the face before scooping up Cece in his arms like he just saved the day.

“I’m not about to take no punch, my nigga. Pusha, you just going to let this nigga run up on you?” Krimson asked. “Did you or did you not just see this nigga jump out of a moving car and slide across it in a suit? Those the type of niggas you stay away from,”

Faxx was going to shoot this fool, and I wouldn’t be able to save him from it this time.

I saw the same expression as mine mirrored on Faxx, Link, Oz, and Henny’s faces. The Mortuary was fully open and taking in new bodies. “Jesus Jerome, not the Morgue,” Crescent whispered.

“Sooo…is anyone not going to bring up the fact that this nigga right here looks just like a dark skin Sanchez, or are we just ignoring it?” Konceited asked.

😂

“Listen, I was trying to see who else saw it. I mean, Sans is out here with secret babies like Link and shit. I just didn’t think it was the place or time,” Faxx chuckled,

“Blood in and blood out? Naw, my nigga, it’s blood in and never getting the fuck out. None of the shit we do is a game, Sanchez. The shit you will see and have to do means U.C.K. for life.