She Moans Chresanto.

Trap King

"My first performance is tonight. Will you be there?" Morgan asked me.

"Of course baby." I told her as I continued to sort through files.

"Yay." She exclaimed. "I'm so nervous, iv never danced in front of so many people before." She stressed out.

"Deep breaths baby." I demanded. I listened as she slowed her breathing. "You're going to do great." I assured her.

"I'll take your word for it." She said.

I nodded as if she could see me.

"Oh yeah babe I never got a chance to tell you about my great news." I began.

The talking on the other end of the phone put our conversation at halt. "I gotta go, this bitch is riding my ass since I'm new." Morgan stressed out.

The sound of the phone hanging up began to annoy me..

I let out a frustrated sigh as I glanced out the window it was already getting late and the restaurant was closed.

I got up locking up the place as I headed towards my car.

As I began to head towards my house to change before the game Drumming my fingers along the steering wheel to the music until I felt myself run over something. "Shit." I mumbled as I pulled over.

I got out the car looking at my flat tire. "You have got to be kidding me." I stressed out.

I opened my trunk searching for my spare tire only to remember I had already used it. "Fuck." I cursed again as I pulled out my phone scrolling through my contacts.

Triple A would take way too long. And William and Karen probably already at the game by now. "Shit." I stressed out as I dialed prod's number.

"Yoo." He greeted through the phone.

I sighed. "I need you to come scoop me. I'm over on union with a flat tire." I explained.

"I'm sorta busy right now." He told me.

I smacked my lips. "If I don't make it to that game Morgan is going to have my balls." I exclaimed. "You fucking owe me." I reminded him.

"Chill chill chill." He said in his nonchalant tone. "Be there in 5." He told me before ending the call.

I leaned against the car waiting and as if on cue he finally pulled up. "Thank god." I breathed out.

"I have to handle something real quick then we can swing by the game." He said

"Whatever." I shrugged.

Prod turned up the radio as DMX blared through the speaker. "Close em down open up shop!" He sang along to the music.

I couldn't help but chuckle... Same old prod.

Minutes later we pulled into an empty parking garage.

"You sure this is where you suppose to be?" I asked him.

"Yup." He said as he reached into the backseat grabbing a bag. "Wait in the car." He ordered.

I watched him skeptical as he got out the car seconds later a black Benz pulled up a few feet away.

Three men got out the car heading his way.

I rolled my window down to be sure to hear.

"Whose that?" One of the men spoke looking over in my direction.

Prod glanced back before turning his attention back to them. "Just my brother. He's cool can we get this done I got some place to be." Prod urged.

The three men continued to eye me through the windshield. "You know we don't do business around strangers." The same man spoke again.

"I told you he's my brother." Prod growled annoyed. "Clearly yall not trying to make this transaction." Prod pointed out.

They still kept their eyes glued to me.

"I don't got time for the bullshit." Prod spat. "Find you a new source." He told them gripping his duffle bag back into his hand heading for the car.

"Wait." The man spoke.

"If you not talking money I don't want to talk." Prod informed him.

The middle man chuckled as he reached for the duffle bag.

Prod stepped back a bit. "Don't play me like a fool. Show me the money." He ordered.

"Is it even worth my money?" The man questioned.

Prod let out a frustrated breath as he dug into his bad retrieving a block of cocaine. "And this is exactly why I don't fuck with new people." He mumbled as he stuck a knife in it.

He allowed the man in the middle to dip his finger into the product tasting it.

The man smiled in satisfaction.

He dug into his jacket pulling out an envelope.

"Is it the whole 20gs?" Prod asked.

"You can count it." The man shrugged.

Prod took the envelope passing the duffle bag to one of the other man. "I'll take your word for it." He assured them before heading back towards the car.

"We'll be in touch." The man called out as him and his men took off.

"What the hell." I breathed out as prod got back in the car.

He rolled his eyes. "Please don't start tripping." He spat as he pulled out the parking lot.

"You just sold drugs! You're a fucking drug dealer?!" I exclaimed.

"I don't deal, I make it." He clarified.

I shook my head in disapproval. "So that's what you do with your life?" I asked him curious as to how I didn't know all this time.

He held his hand up. "I know you ain't judging me, cause right now I swear it seem like you judging me." He pointed out. "Not everybody's dreams can come true like you Chres, we ain't all blessed." He said.

I sighed. "You better than this man, you could be so much more." I assured him.

"Nah, this me. Only thing I can ever be good at." He said surely.

"It's dirty money man." I pointed out. "Everybody knows dirty money goes, just as quick as it comes." I reminded him.

"That's why Ima just keep making more." He smiled.

"Dirty money comes with consequences." I said in one more effort to change his mind.

"Yeah, well dirty money gets the Bills paid." He said truthfully.

I closed my mouth because I couldn't argue with that.

When we pulled up in front of the arena. I couldn't get out the car without making one last effort.

"Look m-" I began only to have him cut me off.

"Man just stop." He shut me down. "I appreciate the fact that you care, but don't." He spat. "Ima do me Chres and you do you."

"Yeah okay then." I spat. "Next time you decide to go and do some dumb shit like that be sure not to have me in the car, my future to bright to go down the drain for your bullshit." I spat out of frustration as I got out the car.

He chuckled causing me to get the urge to punch him in the damn face.

"Of course mr perfect." Prod smirked. "You won't be in the middle of an more of my transactions. " he assured me. "But next time call triple A." He spat as he took off.

I watched as he burned rubber leaving the parking lot.

I turned back around heading into the building.

What a fucking night.
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A/N Okay guys I was trying something new in this chapter. Let me know if you want to hear more about the other boy's lives as well. Like maybe do a few of their povs and stuff. Comment below.