Inside Brooklyn

CHAPTER 5. MISSED CALLS

"Ma I'm just trying to get to no you."

The words haunted me in my dreams. Every time I closed my eyes. He was there.

I see him. "BITCH COME HERE!  Everything went black. I opened my eyes to the sunlight coming in my window. I got up and reached for my phone . I had 32 missed calls from Q. What the hell could be this important.  "Oh my god." I dialed his number and it went straight to voicemail. I guess it wasn't that important if his phone is dead.

 I got out of my bed and closed the shades. My phone began to ring. I looked at the caller Id and it was Q. I sat back on the bed as i answered the phone playing in my hair. "Hello." "Why the fuck am I hearing you messing around with this nigga across town?" He screamed into the phone. He cant be  talking about that bum from last night. "What are you talking about Q." "When you was at Troy place you was fucking with some thirsty nigga. Brooklyn you starring to look sloppy as fuck and i don't deal with no sloppy ass hoes!! Meet me at the spot now!"

 The other line went dead. I jumped out the bed and put on my clothes from yesterday and left. Q dont yell at me unless i really screw up and that never happens. When I got to my destination I was scared to even get out of my car. I didn't do anything i barely gave this man the time of day. I couldn't wrap my mind around what it is he was talking about. I didn't do shit with that nigga. I didn't even give him my fucking number. A over sized man tapped on my window as I was freaking out.
I bet he thinks I'm freaking crazy. I rolled my window down "yes" "Q up there waiting for you. You better get up there, he pissed." I shook my head and got out the car. He walked me to where Q was at. He was on the fourth floor. I never been in his office on this floor so i was looking like a deer in head lights. The oversized man reached around me to open the door. Q was sitting on the edge of his desk. Three other guys was standing around a man tied to a chair. He looked like he just got pistol whipped. 

Q turned his attention to me and his eyes were cold.
"Why the fuck are you in here?! Go in my office." He demanded. I followed his orders and waited for him there. i wasn't gonna give any back talk today , i could tell i was on ice with him. Q came busting through the door maybe 20 minutes later with a gun in his hand. I knew Q was a street nigga but he never had guns around me. Or damn near pointed at me.