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12°- P's and Q's

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TERRITORIAL

David Smith 🌴

My pops called me up talm bout some, we got important shit to discuss.

I pulled up to the house and went straight to his office.

I walked in and seen my elder brother sitting opposite dad and they both had they heads buried in they phones.

I sighed loudly rolling my eyes then I walked up to the seat next to Khalil and sat down, the silence was beyond awkward. Realshit.

See, we bout 5 ah sum in total, Khalil the eldest, I came after, then another boy after me then two girls after him. That's the order we was born in.

We was born by three different women, the two girls was born by the same woman and the other two boys was born by the same woman. I'm the only one whose momma had only one child.

Technically, I wasn't suppose to happen... My momma was the maid back den, she had an affair with her boss aka OG melly then boom.

My momma good now tho, she live in the burbs, boujee ass lifestyle... she got her own shit going on n allat. I made sure of it.

My Pops, he been all bout his paper since he was a jit. His pops put him up on game and he putting us up on the same shit... My sisters nem be stacking too, we all been straight since we was born, big fucking bag.. its the only life we've known.

I'm good with all my siblings but see when it comes to me and Khalil, its always some shit... niggas think my momma broke they home on some bullshit, like nigga gone somewhere... That shit been happened and ain't nun you can do bout it. Chillat plus it ain't even entirely my momma fault, ya dad ain keep it in his pants... if he did the story would be different but nigga guess what? Ian going nowhere this my pops too, deal with it.

Da cleared his throat and I looked up at him he widened his eyes at me and nodded at Khalil.

He always doing dis shit, tryna get me to talk to Khalil and shit. It ain't no beef or pressure with him though but ian forcing nunnn. He older than me bout 5 years and he stay on some childish bullshit...fucked all the way up.

I gave him a look and he mugged me.

"Ion got time for this, what's up?" Khalil said putting his phone on the table.

Rude as hell.

"Let me go straight to the point, I put both y'all in charge of two of my biggest warehouses." He started and I nodded.

"mhmhm."

"Now y'all kno me, I just loveeee to try some new shit just for the hell of it." He chuckled.

Very true, his ole ass sick as hell.

"What you getting at?" Khalil asked.

"Khalil where yo warehouse located?" Dad asked picking up his pen and scribbling some stuff on the book in front of him.

"Fuck type ah question det i-.."

"Answer the fucking question don't nobody got time for yo bullshit." Dad replied and I pressed my lips together to keep myself from laughing.

"Jacksonville." He replied then dad scribbled some shit on the paper

"Davi-.."

"Right here." I chuckled.

"Here is where?" He asked looking up at me.

I chuckled a lil "Miami." I replied then he scribbled some shit on the paper again.