Chapter 8: Handling Business

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Ezekiel's POV

Mad can't even describe how a real nigga is feeling right now.

I hate losing money and now we gotta find the nigga that's stealing from us. 

After we left Harmony's apartment, Augustine and I hopped in his BMW and headed to our establishment. 

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Pulling up to the trap, you wouldn't even know we sold drugs out this bitch because our trap house was not your typical-looking broken-down ass building in the hood somewhere. We made and sold our drugs out of a high-end restaurant. 

Being located in a restaurant that made hella money made it easy for my team to clean money, and it kept the feds off of us. 

In this restaurant, there were a bunch of different floors, but the only floor I cared about was the lowest level where we conducted our business. 

Parking the car, we got out immediately and headed right into the building.  

Entering the building, we are greeted by a familiar face. 

"It's about damn time y'all showed up," Vontae says while dapping me up and hitting the elevator button. 

The elevator doors open, and we all get in. Augustine hits the lowest floor button. 

"We thought yo ass could hold it down while we were out handling business," Augustine says very bluntly as the elevator door closes. 

"Who the hell is stealing our fucking money," Augustine asks while trying to hold together his composure. 

"Dats a good ass question," Vontae says shrugging his shoulders and rubbing his temple. "Nigga you telling us, you ain't got no clue where our fucking money is at and who's stealing it," Augustine says through grit teeth. 

Augustine pulls out his gun and points it at Vontae's temple, "Nigga, I don't think you are understanding the severity of this shit. We came here for answers, not for you to tell us the same exact shit you told us over the phone. If there's money missing then you should know exactly how much and how it's being mishandled.  At this point, you make me feel like yo ass is stealing from us," Augustine says angrily with his finger on the trigger. 

"Nigga, I ain't no bitch, so if you gone pull dat shit out on me, you might as well use it bitch ass nigga," Vontae says unprovoked. 

"I ain't stealing shit from you nigga, and the fact that you sitting here questioning my loyalty says a lot. So like I said before, pull that shit nigga," Vontae says unphased. 

~Ding Ding Ding 

The elevator door opens, and Augustine puts down his gun and tucks it back into his pants right in time before a couple gets onto the elevator. 

The elevator goes completely silent.  

I know the strangers can feel the tension between the three of us. 

The strangers quickly push the button they need to get off on, and we all awkwardly stand in silence until the elevator reaches their floor. 

We all didn't realize that when we got onto the elevator it had a few stops to make going up before it made it to where we needed to be. 

After a few more stops, we were finally at the lowest level. 

Awkwardly, we all got off the elevator and made our way to the production room where all the money was counted and all the drugs were made. 

As we enter the soundproof room, Augustine pulls out his gun and fires a few rounds at the wall. 

All of the workers immediately stop what they are doing and look in our direction. 

He then points his gun back at Vontae and lets a bullet loose going right through his skull. 

A lifeless Vontae falls to the ground bleeding to death. 

"Hello everyone, Vontae is a fucking example today. We do not play about our fucking money. If we find out again that we are missing money imma be letting go a few more rounds of bullets," Augustine announces to our workers. 

Augustine points to a few of the men in the corner counting money. 

"Aye y'all, stop counting money and come clean up this bitch ass nigga," Augustine says before leaving and heading back to the elevator. I follow behind him. 

"So what's the plan now?" I say waiting for the elevator to open. 

"You gone have to run shit without me for a while until I can get our money straight."

To be continued... 










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