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"You think you slick huh? Where my money at?" I calmly rolled a blunt and glared at Los who was standing in front of me.
"Ion know what you talking bout boss." He scratched his head.
"I'm not finna repeat myself, Los. Lie one more time, a bullet getting sent through your brain." I said giving him a chance to try again.
"Man I don't got your money." He shook his head looking at everything but my face.
These niggas don't even know that I got cameras all around this place. Caught his ass lacking.
"Okay then. You free to leave." I nodded pointing to my office door. Right when he opens the door I pull out my gun and shoot him straight in his head, making him fall into the hallway.
Then, two of my boys came to clean it all up. I even told them to tell everyone else that this is an example of what would happen if they tried some stupid shit he just did. I'm not having niggas thinking it's okay to steal my shit. I don't know what the problem is. I be paying everybody equally.
Afterward, someone knocks on the door and I yell for them to come in. When I look up I see Bruno walk in with Levi not so far behind him.
"Wassup king." Bruno dapped me up while Levi just nodded at me and sat down in the chair.
"I thought y'all was with Sekani." I took a puff from my blunt and passed it to Bruno.
"Yeah, but we came because we just heard that Enzo got out." Levi sighed bringing his hand down his face.
"I should've been killed that nigga." I mumbled underneath my breath.
Last time I was so close to killing him but he all of a sudden got sent to jail for drug possession.
"So y'all better strap up. I been ready for his ass." I shrugged.
Nobody scared of him.
"Should've said no homo after. That kinda sounded gay bro." Levi said and they started laughing.
"Akekeke shut up." I flipped both of them off and then looked at my phone to see that my mama was calling me.
"Who's that." Bruno asked coming near me to see.
"Yo back up, nosey." I said to him before answering the phone and he mugged me.
"Hey mama, I was actually about to head over there." I spoke into the phone.
"Well, honey while you're at it, can you pick up some Pepto Bismol. Ivy's stomach hurts and drinking Ginger Ale isn't helping." She asked.
