Brittany Hills Chronicles: Act 3

Sir Michael 116

I don't know who the fuck this dude was, but I honestly didn't care... the ONLY thing stopping me from pulling this trigger was I was trying to get fucked and I didn't feel like dealing with police at that moment. Have you ever met someone who knew they were sexy and yet they tried too hard to be sexy? That was the vibe I was picking up from this dude, it was like he thought simply because he was really good-looking, it excused the fact that he was in my apartment like we were old friends. I stepped forwards and Idris put his hand on my shoulder, we looked at each other for a brief second and I knew he wanted to hear this dude out, I just wanted him out because I was REALLY REALLY REALLY ready to sit on some dick. Qwantay moved around the apartment and settled into the seat that Big Dawg had occupied earlier, but he didn't have the same... the same... I guess the word would be aura, as Big Dawg. Now I know I said Big Dawg came across as a used car salesman, but that was only when he talked... his aura radiated boss energy, and Qwantay radiated bitch energy, masked by false confidence that I could see straight through. He opened his mouth to speak and then stopped, it was like he was trying to think of the most intimidating thing he could say before realizing that it wouldn't work, so he settled for a smile.

"I got people everywhere, one of them VERY close to y'all... now they didn't outright say you were responsible for the death of Mr. Richmond however, I'm smart enough to put the pieces together... his son killed your parents and brother, he didn't have many other enemies, aside from a few niggas his son is beefin with... but you have the perfect motive and alibi for the time of the murder.... So let's just cut to the chase and discuss the money you owe me." Qwantay said.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I don't know a Mr. Richmond, so whatever information you THINK you know... you're wrong about." Idris said and for a second, the conviction in his voice almost convinced me but then I remember I was there with him... hell I even got a few shots off.

"Sure... but let's just pretend you did, how do you intend on paying me the money you've cost me?" Qwantay asked. "Since I'm a nice guy, I'll give y'all six months to come up with the 1.3 million he owes me... since I'm going to be taking a leave of absence because of an incident at my in-laws you I can't collect it right now... but I'm going to give you six months to get my money otherwise....." Qwantay said letting his threat linger. The room was still, Idris was thinking and Qwantay was waiting for a response... me? I was trying to hold in my laughter.... I failed miserably and laughed in this nigga's face.

"I'm sorry.... it's not funny but.... NIGGA!!! You really think I won't blow your fuckin head off right now?" I said pulling out my gun. "You break into MY apartment on some tough guy shyt, pretending to be a boss when the truth of the matter is you're lower than a yes-man, thinking I'm going to pay you 1.3 million because you THINK we did something we didn't do..... Bruh, you're a whole fuckin clown...." I said with my gun aimed directly at his head. "The ONLY reason I haven't pulled the trigger is because I'm horny... literally that's it, I'd much rather be riding some dick than dealing with the police, so I'm going to do you a favor... you got to the count of two to get the FUCK out of my apartment.... ONE...." I didn't have the patience to say two so I let off a shot that I purposely aimed just past his ear... I wanted him to hear the bullet whiz by and let him know I didn't fuck around. Qwantay got up and slowly walked out... Our eyes locked onto each others the entire time.

"YO!!!! I'm conflicted right now.... on one hand, I wanna cuss you out because you could've warned me that you were about to do some shyt like that.... but on the other hand, I lowkey wanna pull your dick out because that shyt was sexy as fuck." I said.

"Nah nigga I'm suckin your dick first.... or we could just y'know... get a lil 69 poppin on the couch you know I'm not picky when it comes to the venue." I said smiling, I looked at the hole in the wall and shook my head. "The building manager is going to be pissed but fuck it...." I said walking to the door and trying to figure out how he got in.