Trill POV
"Hey baby." Bam greeted me as I strolled into the house.
"Hey." I dryly reply.
"You tired. ?"
"Mhm." I nodded and dragged myself to my room.
"Well if you're hungry let me know, okay."
"Mhm. Aye , bring a glass of Henny when you come up."
"Okay boo."
I yawned and shut my bedroom door shut . After my glass of Hennessey, I fell right asleep.
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"Good morning boss ." Kalvyn greeted me.
"Stay on look for anything suspicious Kalvyn. I'm missing a bottle of Vodka." I say still walking towards my office.
"Aight."
When I reached my office I noticed the door was unlocked and opened. I went inside and saw that nigga Smoke spinning in my chair.
"Fuck you doing here patna' ?" I say.
"We need to talk."
"We don't even know each other."
"I know. That's why we should talk. Cause I wanna make a deal witchu ."
"Aight. But first hop up outta my chair. And how did you even get into my office?"
"I told you I run these streets. Picking a lock is like getting a bitch out her draws for me, east as fuck." He lifted up from the chair and moved out the way for me to sit. "And you could've asked nicer."
"Well I ain't nice. Now 'bout this deal..."
"If you step down and let me do what I do best, I'll either give you a job or letchu live."
I cocked my head to the side. I reached into my waistband and pulled out my tech. I pointed it his way and I smirked. He smirked back and my smirk turned into a mug.
"Bitch this my show. And ain't no lightskinned nigga bouta take that shit from me."
"Awe so you gotta thang for lightskins. ?"
"You think this a game?" I stood from my chair and took the gun off of safety.
"Chill shawty. All you gotta do is gimme back my -"
"You keep saying 'my' like this shit is still yours. Get the fuck outta here my nigga." I say getting aggravated. I'm not sure what this nigga wasn't getting but it was pissing me off.
"I'm getting tired of this." He stood up and pointed a gun at me and smirked. "Give me my fucking Squad back , bitch !"
"NO!" He sighed and put his gun away.
"Aight then at least help me find somebody." His voice says a bit calmer, yet still firm.
"Whatchu mean ?" I lowered my gun and put the safety back on.
"I'm looking for this female named Bionca Taylor. See she was my rider, and then I guess when I pistol whipped her she called the 5-0 and snitched."
"Bionca Tay -" I looked away and started biting my nails. I pulled out my phone and walked out the Trap and instantly jumped into my car. I sped the whole way home and tried calling Bam , but she wouldn't answer. Why this bitch ain't tell me about this other nigga ? When I met her she told me she was all into females. Fuck is another nigga doing claiming her ass then ?
Bam : hello ?
Me : bitch you a fucking feen !
Bam : bae what's wrong ?
