Latrell On My Block Novels & Stories

He says while making his way toward the table and chair in my room. "I am thank you Mr Black." i reply as i take a seat opposite him. "You can call me Tyler. I know everything is new to you here but I hear you are a natural Tess and Matt said good things about the training and it's been your first day. I have a mission for you in a month there's a guy that's a regular at the strip club who owes me money all you have to do is get him to a VIP area and slip something in his drink so my men can grab him." he says this in such a calm voice and I wonder how many times has he had someone do this for him.

I am in the painting studio and just finishing up a very dark piece I have been working on for my Expressive Painting Class, when someone walks in and looks me up and down. “You are the guy doing that survey about the Art Coffee Bar, right?” The guy asks. “Yeah, I’m Rhett,” I reply. “Some guy named ‘Trent’ told me I could find you here. I have some questions and ideas I might want to add to my answers. I wrote them down on this during lunch,” the guy says. “You’re pretty hot! How come I haven’t seen you around before?” I look at the guy. He’s got ‘frat boy’ written all over him, but he’s got a great smile and I see a tattoo peeking above the collar of his shirt. A month or so ago, I would ha

I replied before glancing over to the next one. "And you're Terrell?" I asked "Yes Miss" He replied and I chuckled "You don't have to Miss me, relax" I stated amused catching on to how tense he was, Terrell had no ties to my gang or family as I would prefer to put it, but I watched him play ball a couple of times at the court a few blocks down, talented kid but he had recently been kicked out after knocking up his high school girlfriend, they were both staying in a cheap motel. The word on the street was he was going no longer planning to go to college since he had a child and baby mother to take care of, so I had them bring him here.