A/n: To my old readers, it's been a long while since I've updated this one! Greetings to my readers old and new. I've missed this! And I appreciate each and every one of you. Rate and Review. Enjoy :) P.s. I'm having Savannah go by Vee from now on because it sounds less lame haha.

Wanna know what death feel like

I suggest you stay in the house at night

The scope I got for the riffle

Fit real nice

Ugh, shit music.

She liked old Kendrick Lamar and all, but damn did he have nothing else on his playlist. Worst, he was playing Kendrick Lamar's mixtape. In her opinion, it was one of his more ass ones. That "Get Throwed" freestyle was complete garbage.

"Can we listen to something else? I don't want to listen to this," Vee said adding another thing to her list of complaints. What the fuck did she look like listening to this ancient shit?

"Put on some Megan Thee Stallion." She commanded. She made it seem like he was her chauffeur.

First was she didn't want to ride in his "old ass car". Then, his interior "disrupted" the material of her Armani jeans. After that, she claimed he "drove too fucking fast". Now, this.

"No deal," Zay replied bluntly. He didn't glance over at her.

"Your car smells like old Black & Milds and hoe pussy,"Vee added.

"Thanks, I appreciate it," Zay replied.

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Vee shot Zay a nasty look. There was nothing she hated more was being brushed off. But, being brushed off and patronized? She wanted to wring his neck.

She had her feet propped on his dashboard. This time he did look over to see her expensive, green sneakers on his dashboard. His lip curved downward slightly.

"Nice kicks. Now, get them off my dash."

She raised an eyebrow and let out a small snort. She didn't budge to move her feet off his dashboard.

Just who in the fuck's daddy are you?

"You act like my shoes dirty or something. You'll be aight." Vee replied in that haughty tone of hers. What authority did one of her Pop's dope boys have over her? He must don't know who she was.

Vee motherfuckin' Johnson.

It made her skin crawl at the uppity little demeanor he had. The way he spoke and answered her ass if HE wasn't on HER father's payroll. She was gonna check him real quick.

Zay sighed deeply. He didn't argue with her again. Instead, he was silent as he veered sharply right making Vee hit her head against the car door.

She let out a sharp gasp and whipped her head around to face him with her eyes blazing with slapped her hand against the door to lift and straighten herself up against the seat.

"Pothole."Zay simply said.

"Yo, what the fuck?" she snarled. She rubbed the side of her head. Ugh, if she got a knot on her head. She would curb stomp him.

"You did that on purpose," She said finally taking her feet off his dashboard.

"These Xenos Snakes and this hair cost more than your life." Vee pulled down the sun visor and examined herself in the mirror. She fumed as she raked her braids back in order.

"You'll be aight," Zay replied. There was a slight hint of him mimicking the tone she used earlier. Her mouth was gapped open slightly at his impudence. She almost wanted to snicker at the way it had caught her off guard.

Ok, point for you.

She hid her smirk and then scoffed.

"Whatever, anyway, you got the heat?"Vee asked him in a more serious tone.

He nodded his head toward the backseat. There were no weapons visible.

"Down under." He replied.

That was code saying that the guns, weapons, and other drugs were in the dugout beneath the seat of the car.

"Bet," Vee replied with a curt nod.

She shifted in the seat. No matter how far away she tried to get out this life. It always seemed to follow her. How was she twenty-two years old still caught up in a seemingly predestined street life? The same life that got her mother fucked up.

Vee leaned her head against the the car door that she not too long banged her head against.

Family over everything. She just hoped she could do what she needed to do by the end of this summer to get their revenge and get these streets back under the Families control. Graduation was looming for her at Liberty State. That school shit was no joke just like this street shit. You had to have something to fall back on and that Forensics Psychology Degree was looking real nice.

Vee glanced over at Zay analyzing him. Though, even with her being in pursuit of that degree and hours of training, she knew something was off about Zay. But, she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

More importantly, If she left back for Liberty would her Pops be in a position to run things like he once did with her uncle will he hand over things to this dude? He could be a loose cannon.

God, she hoped not. But,there was still something she had to know besides his mental state.

"Um," she said after hesitating for a moment. Her tone was a more humble one.

"Yes?" Zay replied now irritated as if waiting for the next complaint.

"So, real shit...what happened?"

He didn't even have to ask what she meant. Zay didn't speak as he made a right. The only sound was the GPS that indicated that they were halfway to their destination and the sound of the clicker.

Zay finally spoke.

"I can only tell you what I know and what you're supposed to know. My father used to say 'Dead men don't bite.' But, in your Pops and Sweet's case. This man rose from the grave and bit hard."

"What the hell does that even mean? Ain't that like some Plutarch quote?" Vee questioned.

She was trying to decipher what the hell he said, but that just didn't make any type of sense.

"Back in the day, your Pops, Uncles, and two cats named Ryder and Big Smoke were real tight."

Vee nodded. She knew that story of course. The two snakes betrayed Sweet because he didn't want to implement the whole drug trade in the Families. Smoke and Ryder conspired to have Sweet killed while her father was still in Liberty post the mysterious circumstances of her Uncle Brian's death. Instead, the Ballas they sent ended up murdering her grandmother.

"Yeah and ?"

"Ryder didn't die." He said simply dropping the bomb.

If Vee was the one who was driving, she would have hit on brakes hard.

"What do you mean he isn't dead? The 'hood says my Pops and Cesar popped him two decades ago. You wild as fuck. You don't even know yo' history. My Pops always finishes the damn job. Carl Johnson wouldn't let a piece of shit like that live and not make sure he's dead."

She said shaking her head. A mixture of anger and fear swirled within her.

"Quit spreading fake shit. That's how you get yo' ass dealt with gossippin' like a lil bitch," she glared over at Zay. How dare he say some shit like that? More importantly, if he were telling the truth what does this mean for the Grove?

She watched him carefully. Nothing in his posture indicated he was lying.

"Oh fuck,"she said taking a deep breath. Shit, he wasn't lying.

He glanced over at her once as he continued to drive.

"You done?" He asked. "You asked me what happened and I told you what happened. Ryder isn't dead. He wasn't dead when he shot your uncle, your dad, or shot at you and your mother five years ago." He finally revealed silencing Vee with his revelation.

He turned down a street in the less desirable section. She had not realized they were in Idlewood now.

"This is the place. Swallow what I just told you and think about that later. We got business to handle." he reached beneath the seat in the compartment. He loaded a gun before handing it over to her. She tucked it beneath her shirt and Zay did the same for himself.

"Just in case they don't want to cooperate," Zay replied.

She scowled in annoyance. The look of dread from his news was gone now. Back was her haughty demeanor to mask her emotions.

"Don't act like I'm new at this shit. I'm the Johnson legacy. All action."