Bella Harrington, a innocent wealthy, and also one of the sweetest girls you will ever meet.
Keith Taylor, mother died when he was six years old from cancer and he hasn't seen his father since he was a baby. Struggling all his life to get money, an...
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"I found out who it was . If you can get some of the guys to watch over them, we can find out who they're working for."Kai.
"What's the name?" I asked.
"One of them were Javon. We already handled him." He shrugged.
"That nigga that was just working for us?" I asked making him nod. I scoffed shaking my head. Now I really can't trust nobody.
"The one that shot at me was Maliq." He sighed.
"What about the other two?" I asked.
"I don't know yet, I'm really only focused on Maliq. If we find out who he work for we'll know who the rest of them work for." He assured.
"How's your arm?" I asked.
"It's good." He said truthfully making me laugh.
"Tell Marcus, and Brandon to go watch them, and get some information." I said walking out of the room.
" Miya." I said coming towards her.
"Y-yes?" She stammered.
"Stand up." I told her.
She stood up quickly looking around at the other girls "Pull it out."
"Pull what out?" She asked.
I looked at the other girls. "This is why I tell yall to count my money, and do the drugs in your underwear. And underwear only."
"Pull it out Miya, I'm not fucking playing with you." I sighed getting a headache.
"I really don't know what your talking about." She lied again.
"Da'ja come here." I told her.
"Yes." She responded standing in front of me.
"Dig in Miya's bra." I ordered.
She hesitated but walked closer to Miya. She stuck her hand in Miya's bra pulling out cash making me chuckle shaking my head.
"Thank you Da'ja." I nodded as she gave me the money. I walked closer to Miya "I don't like thieves, and I hate liars more." All she did was look down making me sigh. "Come here."
She walked over to the side still looking down. "What's wrong Miya?" I asked her.
"Nothing." She sighed.
"Apparently It's something if you stealing. You been working for me for a long time and never stole from me. So what's the problem?"
"My son, he's sick like really sick and, I can't afford the medical bills. I just, I need him to be okay but I can't do that if I don't pay for his treatment." She sniffed.
Shit.
Now that's hitting me hard. I know what's it likes to lose someone. Loosing your parents is bad enough but losing a child? That shit hurt.
