My Happy Ending

Ch. 5

Continued from Ch.4.

|Brandon's POV|

I was talking to one of my workers, finishing off the blunt I had rolled earlier.

"I'm telling you boss!" He smiled. "I can start going on the corners more if you need me to, I'm one of the best out here."

I inhaled some smoke, then blew it in his face.

"I'll think about it little nigga."

He nodded and turned around to the other guys. That was Eric. He'd been working with us for a good two months now and he was loyal as fuck.

I'd never seen someone catch on so fast to the shit we do, but he adjusted well.

"Man." I sighed. "I'm ready to see my baby."

"She's here boss." One of the workers told me. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Fuck you mean, she's here?" I asked him.

"Like.. she's here." He chuckled nervously. "I saw her heading towards the dungeon."

"How come you ain't say that shit before now?!" I nearly yelled, getting angry. Camille knows damn well I don't want her around here.

"I thought you knew." He replied.

Shaking my head, I headed inside going towards the dungeon. I was heated as hell right now.

Before I entered I put my ear on the door, listening to Trigga and Kendrick torture somebody. I chuckled hearing Trigga being childish about the situation.

After awhile I heard Camille's voice. I slowly opened the door, not once catching their attention.

"I want you to teach me how to be a queenpin."

Did my ears hear her correctly? Is she stupid? Did Camille run into a pole before she came here? She had to be out her damn mind.

"The fuck you just say?" I asked, biting my bottom lip. She turned around, her eyes growing wide with fear.

"Hey babe." She greeted nervously.

"Fuck all that shit Mille. Have you lost your damn mind?" I asked her, getting closer. She hid behind Trigga, making him chuckle.

"You want to be a queenpin, but you scared for dear life." He laughed. Kendrick joined him, and at that time I snatched Camille from behind him.

"Ouch Brandon." She whined.

"Are you fucking stupid? You do know WE have a baby right? And you talking about being a queenpin, I ought to-"

"Brandon." She cut me off. "It's not that serious, honestly. You need to chill."

I sarcastically laughed at her. She really got me fucked up.

"Iight, bet." I nodded. I turned towards Trigga since that's who she was asking. "You do what you do, and show her whatever. I don't give a fuck nomore."

Trigga shook his head.

"Yeah right, you always give a fuck."

I shrugged and walked away. Looks like I'll be going home early today. Which reminds me I needed to find a house of my own. It would come in handy right now.

Walking towards my car, I ignored one of my guards standing by the door. I don't feel like talking right now.

All this stress was not necessary, because I already had alot on my plate. I plan on leaving Monday morning, but I'm not sure if I still want to go.