Never Surrender to the streets

Chapter 3

                                                                                        X

My homie from back in the day, meek, told me to meet his baby momma. I looked around the pool hall to spot this fine-ass girl. I see this little mama looking good in those cameo pants. She has a whole lot of everything. Her body was everything and more, looking better than the bitches who got work done to look like hers. Shit, I needed to get to know her a little better. I make my way over to her to work some charm on her. The girl brushed me off like I was desperate. A guy like me is desperate for some; Psh, nope, never that. Nahiem walked up to me to introduce me to her properly, so she didn't get a bad idea of who I was. See, I run shit around here since Meek had been locked up. He said she was Meek's baby's mom, and I was doing business with her shit went left fast. How can I be thinking about getting closer to my business associates' baby mom on some real shit their levels to this lifestyle. I couldn't be messing with her when she had his kid. Shaking my head, I walk her to the back, where the office is. I told her to have a seat, so we could speak about what Meek and I discussed after he was locked up. Meek said if anything was to happen to him, meaning if he couldn't get his case to be dropped or even given a fair trial. He wanted me to give you this duffle bag. I throw her the black duffle bag.

"What's inside the bag, X?" her one eyebrow was raised taking in the bag that was now on her lap.

Just check it out. I don't need to look; I handle more of that a day.

 " What the heck! He's a lunatic for having all this cash hidden. Why the hell did he hide all this money from me? While I'm out here stripping for money."

Look here, don't give me that attitude. I'm just the messenger.

"I'm sorry; it's... it's just been so hard for the last few years... I have to strip bringing in little money when he had all this."

Look, I don't know yall situations. All I know is if I were you, I would take the money without looking for answers, you know, like I know you not going to get it.

" Thanks, X. She Gets up to leave, and before leaving out the room, she blows him a kiss and winks her eye, then she walks out of the office."

Shaking my damn head at her. This girl is bipolar. I walk back outside to play pool with Nahiem and my other associates. We got some hoes to come over and chill with us. We were blasting "Dreams and Nightmares". Everybody was on a trip when this song came on. I go back to my office to roll a blunt to smoke to ease my mind. Shit. The thought of Sienna couldn't get off my mind. Maybe I should hit her up sometime, just maybe. What's the harm in having dinner with her from time to time?

Once I get done, I walk out of the office, locking it behind me. I told Nahiem that we should hit the strip club later tonight since the hoes they got were weak. Those bitches were fucking and sucking any nigga they thought was the biggest name in the city. The type of woman I can't stand. I like my woman to be a natural beauty, with no long-ass caterpillar eyelashes, fake stiff ass, just everything. My mind starts to drift to Sienna. She has my mind all tripping over her. Glad I told everybody we are meeting up at the club later on tonight cause I think I need to show some attention to someone very special. I start driving back to my condo in the center city. I start texting everybody in the group text we were heading to the strip club tonight.

"Yeah, man," Nahiem said.

Round up; the crew was going to vanity grand tonight around 11:00 PM.

" Oh, word. The bitches they got there are bad as hell, man. I'm trying to blow all this money on this one bitch there. I heard she can swallow a whole bottle of Corona."

Man, you are going to catch something from fucking these bitches raw.

"Man fuck you." Nahiem chuckles

Nah, but I'll hit you up later. One. I toss my phone.

I drive straight into the parking garage to the private parking area. I head to the elevator to get inside the building attached to the garage to get to my condo. Finally getting inside the condo, I toss my keys on the countertop to go play some NBA 2k23 in my living room. After playing a few games with the squad online, I turn the game off to get a quick nap. I woke up around 10:15 PM. People were blowing my phone up as if their life depended on it. One text said something about somebody stealing money from the other spot Anastasia ( trap house). That's my biggest pet peeve. I hate when my money isn't right.

Quickly getting out of bed, I throw on some black jeans, a black hoodie with a pair of black timberlands on. I threw on my gold chain with my gold Rolex and threw the 9mm in the black of my pants. I don't care who did it; anybody and everybody is getting killed tonight if my money doesn't show up. I get in my all-black truck with tinted windows so no one would see me. I get to the trap house named Anastasia and walk into the place covered. I put my black gloves on with my silencer on. Nahiem goes to tie up all four of them niggas. I walk to the back room to find any money they tried to stash. I kept tearing the room apart when the floor looked lumpy as fuck. I had a white rug inside the back room, but it kept making a creaking noise when I stepped on it. As the person I am, I took a knife out of my back pocket and pulled it on the floor until it easily popped open. Once it was opened, it revealed a hidden duffle bag filled with money. I take the duffle bag full of money. I walk back into the living room.

Tsk Tsk Tsk you little niggas thought yall could steal from me? What made you little niggas think yall was gonna get away with this? Nobody answered me . This only pissed me off even more. I took a tire iron to two of their legs. All i could hear was muffled grunts and screams.

Yall done hurt my feelings. I laughed menacingly before taking my knife and slicing an x across their chest. Give me a lemon D. D hands me the lemon I slice the lemon in half and start squeezing the juices on all their cuts—the room filled with screams of pain. I laughed even harder.

Still wanna be tough and see who got the bigger balls in this city. Let me show you why they call me Xavier. I had Nahiem pour lighter fluid all over the house. I took my lighter out and lit the house up. I walked out the trap house like it was nothing.

We all got into separate cars. No license plates so that no one could track us. I went back to the crib and threw the money into my safe behind the painting behind my headboard. I took a quick shower and then changed into something chilled. I wore my grey Jordan mids with some Lucky brand dark blue jeans and a black Burberry shirt. Quickly changing the whip, I got in my gray mercedes benz. My only thought was speeding down the highway to get to Vanity in time to watch Sienna perform. Finally, pulling up, that shit was packed more than a church on Sunday. I I got inside vanity grand for free since everybody knew who I was. I sat in the V.I.P section waiting for Sienna to come out to dance. I knew for a fact I wanted to throw all my money her way. She been on my mind heavy all day and I wasn't about to let another nigga get a leg up on her when she had a real one wanting her bad. I have never wanted a woman so bad in my life . Especially when getting bitches in this city was easy for me. I ran through a few hoes a week. Each day of the week I had a hoe serve her purpose on her knee or all fours then Im out. Not once did i think about the relationship shit. I knew for a fact i wasn't meant for the relationship type of nigga. I did everything in my power to not get caught up with no hoe trying to trap me. I flushed condoms , brought my own condoms, poured hot sauce inside them if i got too lit to remember when i left the condom. But when I saw shorty at the pool hall it was different. I saw that pain behind her eyes , all i wanted to do was take her away from the bullshit. I wanted shorty to myself , I was going to go to war if another nigga even thought to touch her tonight.