My Happy Ending

Ch.17

Sunday. May 12th, 2015.

|Brandon's POV|

I sat in a cell staring at Trigga, as he stared back at me. We both were thankful we had cops on payroll, or we'd both be in a cell with a fruity ass nigga. Unfortunately, we couldn't be released over some bullshit that I don't feel like explaining

I haven't talked to my baby in two days, and I'm hoping tomorrow will be my lucky day. Me and Trigga discussed a few things while we were in here, and decided that we were gon' finish Reina off by ourselves.

I know Camille wanted a part in killing her, but she'll be alright. That bitch got me in jail without being able to talk to my baby, AND ruined my boy's birthday. Not to mention she interrupted our mission.

I wasn't gon' spend much time dealing with Terrance. I planned on catching him slippin', shootin' him a couple of times and bam.. the deed is done.

But no, that Reina bitch had to make shit complicated, so I was gon' torture her ass. I think she was moreso trying to hurt Tymir, than any of us because he chose Camille over her.

His personal beef, is getting in the way of my personal beef and I don't like it. Then again, his beef may be my beef, because my woman is involved. I think Reina is working with that Terrance nigga too, but who knows..

I figured Kendrick would try and buy us out by now, but I guess not. Trigga was awfully quiet and it made me look at him funny.

"What's wrong bruh?" I asked, sliding off this medal they call a mattress and on to the floor beside him.

"I'm just really angry bruh. I feel like niggas is taking us for a joke and I don't like it. Before we met Camille, niggas feared even THINKING about coming at us. And I'm not saying it's her fault, cause I love her to death, but she softened us up. We're not as ruthless as we used to be.."

I stroked my chin hair, taking in his words. Trigga was completely right. Camille was slowly, but surely changing us. It's time I go back to my old ways.

I might hurt feelings in the process, but I don't give a fuck it's game time.

Shit, I didn't earn the name King for nothing. These niggas gon' learn.

"You think they good?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's not like all of us locked up. Then I would be worried."

He nodded and rubbed his hands over his face sighing. Something else was bothering Trigga, but he's definitely not the one to express his feelings. I wasn't either, until I literally laid eyes on Camille. Seems like she changed me in a couple of hours..

I think that's what Trigga needed. Someone he could express himself too.

"What's wrong with you Trigga?" I asked.

"Nothing bitch, leave me alone." He mumbled, and I chuckled. He's been more of an ass since Thursday night, early Friday morning aha.

Next couple of minutes, I was chilling and occausionally rubbing my eyes. I was sleepy and hungry and I was starting to grow fidgety.

I refused to eat anything here, take a bath here and I couldn't sleep. Trigga was the same, except he got more sleep than I did.

We heard keys jiggling and perked up. A guard stopped at our cell, eyeing us briefly.

"You guys are free to go.." He said lowly, opening the door. I never been so happy to leave somewhere in my life.

Trigga trailed behind me, making me shake my head. He really needs to get his act together, this isn't the Trigga I know.