if you see these men, RUN. || (DAVE EAST) (CHRIS BROWN)

Chapter 137

he's so embarrassing. he can't be normal for more than 2 seconds.
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Q Grey
Whenever me and Javon drove, shit was lit. We was always bumpin our favorite songs and blastin that shit out the window. But the car'd been real quiet. Ain't neva been like that before.

"You mad at me?" I questioned, lookin ova at him.

He stayed silent, ignoring my question. Ion think me and Javon eva fought, argued, a anything. We always been cool. It was vibes every time me and this nigga got togetha.

"You really ain't gone answer?" I chuckled, hitting him in the arm.

He exhaled a long and aggravated breath. Then he looked ova at me from lookin out the window.

"On God bro just take me home." He mumbled.

"Aight." I huffed, whippin my car around.

This nigga was really mad at me! I ain't do nan?!

He just salty cause I invited them niggas to sell with us at anotha club. It was a test to see if they could work fa me. And he was mad they proved that they could. Not to mention the chemistry was crazy. Felt like I known them otha dudes fa years.

They was neva gone replace Von. But it wunt gone kill me havin otha fuckin friends. He needed to understand that shit.

"Man you mad cause I invited them niggas out?" I questioned.

"I ain't mad. It's just...you a luh stupid. We don't know them folks. And I keep tellin you they givin me opp vibes. They nice now but they gone turn around and pop yo ass a sum."

"I ain't fuckin stupid. You just paranoid."

"I'm not paranoid! You just dumb! Like I said. And I'm not finna let you make a dumb mistake all cause you wanna be accepted."

"Be accepted?! Nigga huh?"

"I know you, cuz. You be actin different when it come to certain people. You do it ta everybody and they mama. So yeah muh fucka. You wanna be apart a they clique so bad."

"I dead don't. You talkin out ya ass cause you just mad. What you had ta drink nigga?" I snickered.

"I ain't laughin."

"Well I am. You need ta loosen up. Pull the stick out ya ass and realize we good nigga. We gotta recruit muh fuckas anyways. Get muh fuckas to make money fa us."

"Whateva mane. Just drop me home. I ain't een trippin no mo. Fa real." He huffed, staring out the window. "You gone realize. I ain't een gotta say much."

I sucked my teeth, upset at the fact that he was upset.

I ain't like arguing with my best friend. Shit was weird. It was like arguing with Pri. I hated that too. But homie was trippin. The niggas we met tonight ain't seem harmful. They just wanted to make cash. We all been there.

They did a good job too. I taught em how to sell they supply, double the price and smooth talk the people who thought our prices was crazy. Taymor and his niggas got it instantly. Made they own luh $6k in 2 hours.

And it helped cause there was a group a them. Some sold from the section, some went out on the floor and sold discreetly. They was naturals at it. Too good if you ask me.

It was weird how they approached us but I ain't think nun of it. It ain't give me set up. It gave business inquiry and wantin to expand they business. We just happened to meet at the right place and at the right time.

Starting soon they was gone be sellin fa me. Taymor seemed aight. He looked familiar but he probably just had one a them faces. I wunt gone let my guard down completely but him and his friends was aight with me. Von was just gone have to accept it.