~{ ramaj, everyone knew him. everyone knew that they could buy product from him. he basically ran your streets, only coming second to your older brother. they both made money for their respective gangs by dealing drugs and hitting licks on people. but they were rivals, personally and their gangs were rivals. ramaj knew you were untouchable, just like everyone else knew. your brother wouldn't hesitate to catch a body if someone tried to holler at his baby sister. but that only made ramaj want you more. it didn't help that you were just his type too. but you never got into drug life like your older brother, you stayed to yourself pursuing your dreams of designing clothing. }~

one night you went to a block party, having a good time with your friends while both ramaj and your brother kept an eye on you. your brother stepped outside for a moment, and ramaj saw it as his opportunity. he quickly approached you, a smug grin on his face. "hey, yo brother keontae right?" he asks, looking you up and down. you could tell he was up to something and had no good intentions.