Thug Dilemma

19. Small World

*Tray

I pulled into the driveway of my trap and saw a jet black mustang parked over on the curb. I knew that was JJ's car so he must've been inside.

"Wat up Boss man?" Deejay greeted as I walked inside and saw him, Perry, and JJ sitting on the couch counting money and passing a blunt.

I nodded my head and went over to dap them up.

"What y'all niggas been up to?" I asked as I sat down and pulled out my own blunt.

"Shit, just sellin' this dope and making dis money." Perry replied while pulling out another bundle of hundreds from the brown paper bag.

"Ion know why y'all just won't get a couple hoes to do dis shit," I said, lighting my blunt and sitting back on the couch.

JJ started laughing out of no where and said "I don't love these hoes or trust these hoes T." Then he stopped laughing and looked at me. "All I wanna do is fuck these hoes." then he back to counting money.

"Yeah dats why yo ass got seven babymamas now," I said causing everyone to laugh even JJ cause he knew it was true.

"And this child support tearing my ass up," he added while he took the blunt out of Deejay's hand and inhaled too fast which caused him to start coughing. I started rolling when Deejay snatched the blunt away from him and looked at him like he was stupid. JJ knew damn well he wasn't no smoker. Every time he brung up or even thought about child support, he tried to drown it out with something to smoke or drink but would just end up chokin' everytime.

"Damn I almost died," JJ said after he finally stopped coughing. I just shook my head and got a few more laughs out. I swear JJ was a fool. But that nigga was smart as hell when it came to business.

"What y'all in here laughing about," Myra asked, twisting all extra hard down the hall, staring at me the whole time. I can't even lie, Myra was a bad lil mixed chick with some sexy ass hazel eyes. She was a little on the petite side but the tight clothes she wore made it look damn good. But ain't nobody have shit on Aliyah....none them hoes.

"Nothin' that got to do wit yo nosey ass," JJ said, taking a sip out of the white cup that was on the floor next to him.

"Shut up JJ. I don't know why y'all got his ass out here drinking when he can't even hold his liquor." She snapped.

"The same reason why you been tryna fuck Tray when he don't even want yo ass." He snapped back while taking another sip. Damn that must've hit her in a soft spot because she was quiet for a good lil minute before she finally started talking again.

"Whatever." She mumbled and smacked her lips. "Tray can I talk to you for a second?"

"Wassup?"

"In private?" She asked with her hand on her hip.

"Ight. Hold up." I told her as I finished the rest of my blunt and got up from the sofa. I went in the back where my office was with her right on my heels. She came in and shut the door behind her while I went over to my chair and sat down.

She walked over to me and pulled out a card from her bra only for it to fall on the floor next to my foot. Then she slowly bent over to pick it up, showing a glimpse of her ass under her pink mini skirt. Her breast damn near bust out of her shirt when she finally came back up and handed the card to me. She was tryna tempt a nigga but I wasn't even in the mood for all that. I took the card from her and saw that it said real estate nightclub and bar franchise.

"What is this?" I asked Myra while she pulled her hair into a bun and sat down on her knees in front of me.

"That's what I was telling you about over the phone. Remember the original owner of club blue? The club you were talking about owning? Well him and the best realtor in town wants to meet with you." She informed me as she unzipped my pants.