A Struggle Within Itself

Chapter 13

Treyvian's Pov

"Yeah get down and kiss the tip" I told her. She got down and started to do as I said. She made my balls tingle and my pubic hair tight. Het mouth was wet and slick. She was named after water after all. I felt pleasure and the pain of Gen's disaproval. I grunted in pleasure. "Go down to the base and slobber all over that shit" The girl did as I said. I unbuttoned my pants and opened my boxers up a little more so she could perform better. I was about to nut. She had some fine ass working lips.

I woke up. Damn just as always right before I got to the good part. Its been the same dream for the past couple weeks. Tuesday is my least favorite day to go to school. So I decided I wasn't going to go. So I jacked my shit off and went to the bathroom and prepared myself for a business day. I put on a black wifebeater and some sweats. Jaylen came over and I set him up for the day and told him to stop by the trap after school because we were going to have our first big deal. I told him to watch after Gen.

If I wasn't going to school, I trusted Jaylen to watch her. I know he mad at her, but trust me that nigga would take a bullet for her any day.

I pulled up to the Trap and gathered my boys and set them straight. I told them make sure you ain't hand out no legal names and try not to cap anyone today because we got big business coming up.

They all agreed and set out. I held down the fort. I thought about my dream. I wanted to make that shit become a reality. I scratched my chin hair. Let me see who I could call. I didn't really have any females in my phone. To busy with work to be getting numbers. The first number I did was see Aqua's. But nah she a little young. Plus she's Genniffer's friend. Just saying though, if she come around asking for it I ain't finna stop her.

I spent the day devising the drug deal. We were meeting with Creed's Blood. A respected gang around here. They want to talk business and they willing to pay. Can't blame them. After I get my trap booming everyone going to want a piece of the money and everyone who dissed me gonna wish they didn't. I played a game of chess with myself before I decided what I wanted to do. I didn't want to bring too many people because they would think I didn't trust them. Which is true. So I decided to bring five of my best shooters and Jaylen.

I waited out the rest of the day. Jaylen came by with Gen close behind him. I could tell she was annoying him on purpose and he was still mad at her. I laughed my little sister had a plan for him. I pulled out a desert eagle 1911 c and tossed it over to Jaylen.

"Get ready we leaving in a couple of minutes." I told him. Gen and Jaylen stared at the gun. This told me they never seen a gun up that close before. I got up and strapped a pistol to my waist and walked out the room. Genniffer chased after me.

" Wait where yall going with them guns?" Gen asked.

"What do you think we about to go somewhere. He needs it for protection."
I grabbed a bag and pulled it over my shoulder.

"Be safe. Don't get shot" She warned. I laughed.

'Aint no one shooting me." Jaylen came out of the room and followed me. Genniffer held out her arms for a hug. I gave her one and of course Jaylen's big head ass couldn't resist so he gave her one too.

We drove out south and went to this junk yard. I parked my car behind a pile of junk. I got out and prepared my crew. I made sure everyone knew how to work their gun. I didn't want a motherfucker to get capped because they didn't know how to work the safety. We walked out into a open space. A couple of guys stood around. I could tell who was the boss and who were the lackeys. The boss stood tall and straight like he had something stuck up his ass. He wore a brown lined suit with a red tie. He looked mexican or something and had a brown goatee. His skin looked a little crusty and his knuckles needed some lotion on them mugs. I couldn't really complain really cause my knuckles where ashy themselves, but thats only because I get my hands dirty. I could tell that the boss ain't do shit with his drugs but at like a big poser. He knew how to work a gun and make business deals but thats as far as he goes.

I tossed my bag on the ground. I nodded my head to the man. He adjusted his tie and walked over to me. His goons watched carefully as did mine.

"Well isn't this a nice suprise. Your back in business." He said roughly.

"Yeah the names Trey" I told him.

"Wilson Pedro." His named was fucked up. His first name sounded white and his last name was hispanic. I ain't really care. A business man is a business man no matter what his name is. I kicked over the bag to him. He picked it up. He smelled the bag and smiled. Creep.

"I see" He sneered. He snapped his fingers and one of his people ran up with a bag. He tossed it over to me. I opened it up. 200k inside. "Pleasure doing business." He grinned. He walked out to his black mercades benz and got in the back. Some dude got in the front and drove him away.

We started to part ways until I heard a gun fire. I turned around and saw one of the mans goons had fired his gun. He looked like he was unstable. Like the crack dealers. I fired my gun and shot him in between the eyes. Others started to fire their gun. I ran to the car and started it up. My boys hopped in and started to pull off. They was cool none wounded. My phone rang. It was Wilson Pedro.

"What is the meaning of this?" He stammered.

"Aye look one of your boys shot at us and so I fired back ain't shit personal about." I said bluntly. He grunted.

"Well I guess I needed to lose one anyway. Fine all is well." He hung up. Weird ass nigga. We got back to the trap house and I placed the money we earned in a safe. I called a couple of bitches over that I had in my phone even though I didn't have much. I got my dick wet and completed my dream. Just with out the guilty feeling of Gen. As I went home I thought about Wilson Pedro. He didnt seem just right. He seemed like a sketchy business man. But money is money.

I returned home late at night. I walked in quite and silenced the alarm as fast as I could without trying wake up my parents.

"Son" My dad's voice called out. I turned and looked into my dad's study room. He sat at his desk with a lamp on. He motioned for me to come in. "Where you coming from?"

"Back from Jaylen's" I said without hesitation. He grunted in disbelief. "What?" I said getting angry.

"Son I've seen you come in and out this house. Always got money in your hand. Last time I checked you don't have a job and you don't work for me. So where you getting this money?"

I bit my lip. "I got something going, it pays good. Why you always questioning me and not Genniffer? Huh She could very well be hiding something like you think I am."

"Because I trust her, not you. She didn't sell dope when she was younger and she didnt turn me down when I offered her a job to become future CEO of my company."

"So this is what it's about." Pops was always stuck in the past. He payed special attention to me when I was young. Tried to mentor me into working for his company. He tried to groom me to be just like him. "You still mad because I turned your ass down for working for you? You only mad because instead of putting my head in books and becoming a minture you. I put my head into the streets and made a business there."

"You watch tour mouth when you speak to me!" I stood up.

"Whatever just say it, it don't even matter. As soon as I complete school. I'm out, gone. I can't stand you no more." I left the study. I saw Genniffer standing out by the wall. She was listening. She looked up at me like she did when she was little. All big eyed and clueless. I walked past her and went to my room and locked it.

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