Chapter One
It was just another crazed night in the city of Sarasota, Florida as Kane and his identical twin brother, Able, cruised the late night streets in their black Range Rover Sport. It was tinted with five percent limo and sat on 22” black Lexani wheels. Kane was the driver and Able rode shotgun. Able was texting a female friend named Roslyn.
“Bro, see if her and Quanita tryna hook up. Tell her we tryna fuck tonight,” Kane told him.
“I got’cha bro,” Able answered.
Kane and Able were two young thunder cats that stayed in a lot of shit. They were known in the streets as ‘Da Ghetto Twinz’. They were two young ass seventeen-years-old hoodlums who already had enough street clout for their names to ring from Sarasota to Manatee to Tampa Bay. Neither was anonymous in the streets, and there were plenty breathing victims to testify.
“This ho crazy,” Able said with a smile.
“What is she talking about?” Kane asked.
“She said her and Quanita gon’ fuck with us tonight,” he said.
“Bet ‘dat up. Call that nigga C-Brook and see if they got some loud over there on twenty-fourth,” Kane said.
“Muthafuckin’ AC ‘bout to freeze a nigga. You ain’t cold?” Able asked and looked over at Kane. Kane turned the air down on low. “Roslyn said to give her and Quanita about thirty minutes to get ready,” Able said.
“Shit, bet ‘dat up. Once we pick them up we locked in for da’ night,” Kane stated.
“I’m about to call C-Brook now,” Able answered.
Kane turned off of 41 st onto 27 th and MLK and cruised down the avenue slowly. He always tried to drive the speed limit because the cops knew his vehicles and often harassed him and his brother for no reason. Able got C-Brook on the phone and told him to have at least two dub sacks of loud for him.
“Okay, I got’cha lil homey. Hey, swing by da’ corner store for me and bring me a pack of grape blunts and I got’cha ya when you get here,” C-Brook requested.
“A’ight. We coming down 27 th now so give us a few minutes, and we’ll be through. The avenue ain’t hot with 5.0 is it?” Able asked.
“Nigga, hell nah. You know I would tell you if it was. Twenty-fourth is clear right now homey but you know I can’t speak for later. Y’all know how these hatin’ ass cops be,” C-Brook said
“No doubt. We’ll see you in a minute,” Able said and ended the call.
They made a quick stop at Morris Corner Store to grab a pack of Newport’s, the grape blunts C-Brook requested and then jumped back on 27 th . The avenue was packed like any other Friday night. Niggas stood around in herds doing whatever they wanted to do. The cops weren’t out yet, but it was never long before they made their presence known. As the Range Rover rolled down the avenue, a lot of people began noticing the twins. It was like they were celebrities.
“Twinz, I see ya,” one thug yelled. “Kane I see ya boi!” Another yelled.
“Ghetto Twinz, fuck with me,” another yelled and swung his arms out. The twins acknowledged the homies and threw their hands up. When they spotted three hoochie mamas hollering at them, they instantly stopped in the street.
They were all dressed in short miniskirts that came well above their thighs, and it made their plump asses stick out. Two of them had on red halter tops that fit right underneath their breast, and the other one wore a black top that exposed one side of her shoulder.
“Damn boo, y’all looking good as a ma’fucka. What y’all finna do?” Able asked out of the window.
“Not shit. Tryna chill and smoke sumthin’. What y’all finna do because we free right now?” The with the black top said.
“Shid, we always available for Da’ Twinz. What’s up? Can we roll with y’all or what?” One of the red tops said. “I know y’all not gon’ pass up three pieces of good pussy. Hell, y’all can have us all night,” the other one offered.
“Oh yeah?” Able excitedly said.
“Bro, man we
It was just another crazed night in the city of Sarasota, Florida as Kane and his identical twin brother, Able, cruised the late night streets in their black Range Rover Sport. It was tinted with five percent limo and sat on 22” black Lexani wheels. Kane was the driver and Able rode shotgun. Able was texting a female friend named Roslyn.
“Bro, see if her and Quanita tryna hook up. Tell her we tryna fuck tonight,” Kane told him.
“I got’cha bro,” Able answered.
Kane and Able were two young thunder cats that stayed in a lot of shit. They were known in the streets as ‘Da Ghetto Twinz’. They were two young ass seventeen-years-old hoodlums who already had enough street clout for their names to ring from Sarasota to Manatee to Tampa Bay. Neither was anonymous in the streets, and there were plenty breathing victims to testify.
“This ho crazy,” Able said with a smile.
“What is she talking about?” Kane asked.
“She said her and Quanita gon’ fuck with us tonight,” he said.
“Bet ‘dat up. Call that nigga C-Brook and see if they got some loud over there on twenty-fourth,” Kane said.
“Muthafuckin’ AC ‘bout to freeze a nigga. You ain’t cold?” Able asked and looked over at Kane. Kane turned the air down on low. “Roslyn said to give her and Quanita about thirty minutes to get ready,” Able said.
“Shit, bet ‘dat up. Once we pick them up we locked in for da’ night,” Kane stated.
“I’m about to call C-Brook now,” Able answered.
Kane turned off of 41 st onto 27 th and MLK and cruised down the avenue slowly. He always tried to drive the speed limit because the cops knew his vehicles and often harassed him and his brother for no reason. Able got C-Brook on the phone and told him to have at least two dub sacks of loud for him.
“Okay, I got’cha lil homey. Hey, swing by da’ corner store for me and bring me a pack of grape blunts and I got’cha ya when you get here,” C-Brook requested.
“A’ight. We coming down 27 th now so give us a few minutes, and we’ll be through. The avenue ain’t hot with 5.0 is it?” Able asked.
“Nigga, hell nah. You know I would tell you if it was. Twenty-fourth is clear right now homey but you know I can’t speak for later. Y’all know how these hatin’ ass cops be,” C-Brook said
“No doubt. We’ll see you in a minute,” Able said and ended the call.
They made a quick stop at Morris Corner Store to grab a pack of Newport’s, the grape blunts C-Brook requested and then jumped back on 27 th . The avenue was packed like any other Friday night. Niggas stood around in herds doing whatever they wanted to do. The cops weren’t out yet, but it was never long before they made their presence known. As the Range Rover rolled down the avenue, a lot of people began noticing the twins. It was like they were celebrities.
“Twinz, I see ya,” one thug yelled. “Kane I see ya boi!” Another yelled.
“Ghetto Twinz, fuck with me,” another yelled and swung his arms out. The twins acknowledged the homies and threw their hands up. When they spotted three hoochie mamas hollering at them, they instantly stopped in the street.
They were all dressed in short miniskirts that came well above their thighs, and it made their plump asses stick out. Two of them had on red halter tops that fit right underneath their breast, and the other one wore a black top that exposed one side of her shoulder.
“Damn boo, y’all looking good as a ma’fucka. What y’all finna do?” Able asked out of the window.
“Not shit. Tryna chill and smoke sumthin’. What y’all finna do because we free right now?” The with the black top said.
“Shid, we always available for Da’ Twinz. What’s up? Can we roll with y’all or what?” One of the red tops said. “I know y’all not gon’ pass up three pieces of good pussy. Hell, y’all can have us all night,” the other one offered.
“Oh yeah?” Able excitedly said.
“Bro, man we
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