Leek POV
Walking off the plane so much shit started going through my head. Flashbacks of life started replaying through my head, apart of me wanted so bad to say fuck it, give him the shit but another part of me was saying be a man and fight for this shit. I worked way to hard just to hand my shit over to a stranger. My pride just wouldn't let me do it.
Grabbing the luggae from baggage claim , Khali and I both made our way out to the pick up line.
"Who here to get us" He questioned.
"I think Ty" I said pulling out my phone.
Just as I was about to dial his number, an all black escalade pulls up. I couldn't see who was on the inside due to the simple fact that all the shit was fucking tinted. The palms of my hands began to fill with sweat and my heart beats slowly speeds up. I just landed and this shit already starting. Who the fuck is this and why the fuck is they window shield tinted too. I thought that shit was illegal?
"This bet not be no muthafucking Sunny Blac, On my life I'll beat that muthafucka dead, here in front of the cameras" Khali said as he clenched his jaw. I squinted my eyes and the window slowly rolled down.
"Damn man , Yall looked shooked like a stripper after she got done working on tax refund weekend." Ty smiled.
"Shut up and pop the shit bruh" I mugged and walking to the back. He laughed and I threw my shit in the truck.
Sliding into the front seat, I put my seat belt on and took the blunt fron Ty hands. I needed something to relieve this anxiety.
"Wassup witchu boss man" Ty questioned looking at me and Khali.
"I should be asking you that, fuck going on up here. Interupting vacation and shit."
"Look man, 2 traps on Eastside, gone, the trap on 47th ave money comming up short. I lined everybody up but these muthafuckas getting disrespectful. Then SunnyBlack fat gay ass keep sending gay ass fucking threats talm bout, oh you running shit now fat ass keeping doing weird mysterious shit. I'm not talking typical shoot the trap or some coward ass drive by's I'm talking about removing door knobs and muthafucka's disappearing. I'm telling you, we had 40 workers, all spread out through the 4 traps people know of, why the fuck we only got like 32. Then..."
"So we got 32 fucking workers as we speak." Khali questioned.
"Technically 28 cause 10 had disappeared outta the blue, and the other 4 down at DMC (Detroit Medical Center)."
"Bruh, this shit is getting outta hand."
"It's crazy and then you know Nuells Spot" Ty questioned speaking in code referring to our secret spot only us three and 2 more people know about.
"Yeah, That's where the shit at."
"Well Boss I had to move that shit. Bryant punk ass drove his dumb ass there, Didn't even know Sunny was following him and they took half the product. Then they flipped it cause I had Stacy go check they shit out."
"Well where the fuck you move it too."I questioned
"It's 20 miles out south east fron 76th ave."
I mugged him and got out the car. The small brick house still looked the same and everything was still kept up. Just like it should be.
I dug in my pocket for the key and knocked twice and knocked 7 more times. The door opened and niggas was sat in a big ass circled suited and booted up.
"Wassup BossMan" The greeted as me and Khali walked through the door. Khali looked around and shook his head.
"I got a vibe bruh"Khali spoke out.
