My Happy Ending

Ch. 23

|Kendrick's POV|

"Camille.. he'll be back. Can you stop crying now?" I sighed. It's been five weeks since we placed Brandon in rehab, and she's been an emotional wreck.

"I.. m-miss him." She sobbed. I continued to rub her back, soothing her. She laid her head on my shoulder and sniffled.

"Why did they take Trigga.." She whispered.

I tensed up, not saying a word. Moments later in walked Blue, with Tymir and his girl. She was on our team now.

"You ready?" Blue asked, glancing at Camille. I nodded and stood up.

"C'mon Mille." I ordered. "We should be finished by three."

I checked the time and it was 10:02 now.

She slid on her shoes and linked arms with mine. I thought she was attached to me before, but now it's worse.

We all headed outside and got into our cars. This was gon' be a hour ride. We were meeting with one of our newest connectes. We started doing business with them three months ago and now I'm regretting it.

The streets talk and I heard they're planning something big. I also heard they had some guy talking for them.

Now I've been in the game for years and I'm not stupid. None of my guys would snitch, and the only enemy we have is Brandon's and Blue's father.

If they didn't like him, I didn't either. I guess he's feeling some type of way and wants them to hurt. Ain't that how it always go?

AT THE MEETING

"So the usual? 6 kilos, am I correct?" Abraham asked. He was russian and just got into the drug game about a year ago. His cocaine is the best. He actually lives in California, but he comes down here to do business deals.

I nodded, as Blue tapped his fingers on the table and Tymir was mugging him slightly with his girl on his lap.

"We're a little grumpy today, I see." He smiled, as his two body guards laughed at his corny joke. Two can play that game.

"Yeah, we hear things and tend to get upset. But isn't that normal?" I asked, returning the smile.

He smirked and right then and there I knew he was up to no good. I had to get my team ready and first, I had to get rid of the snitch.

"Some things aren't meant to be heard. But then again, what you may hear isn't true." He tells me, taking a sip of his brown liquor.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Blue asked, sitting up. Camille shifted in her seat next to me. I guess she knew things were about to get heated.

"Take it how you want, I don't really care." He shrugged. "I was just giving you some tips."

"Abraham please. You of all people should know we don't need any tips. If anything, we should be giving you some advice. I hope you're not trying to cross us, because you will regret it. Now I suggest you order your boys to get those 6 kilos, and make this meeting short. Deal?" Camille smartly replied.

I raised an eyebrow at her. I wasn't expecting that, but she was completely right. Abraham doesn't want any problems.

"Guards, go get the package and then show these ladies and gentlemen to the door."

One of them left and came back 5 minutes later. They handed me the brief case and me and Blue looked it over. Tymir handed him the duffle bag of cash, then we stood up.

"Nice doing business with you." I fake smiled, shaking his hand.

"Likewise." He smirked. The guards led us out and I felt myself going into Killa mode. My trigger finger was itching. We all got back in Blue's truck, and left.