Who Says A Thug Can't Be Loved?

Chapter 15

Forty minutes later, after I was done making my bags for our clients. I showered and drove my car picking up T-rack from his place so we can get to work. Hours has been going by making sure we deliver and collect the money without having pigs watching our every move. 

It's seven-thirty in the evening and we headed to our last block, where Jamir always be at except this time, he's not alone. 

"There go that bitch right there" T-rack pointed, watching this clown laughing with the same niggas he was with at IHOP, chilling outside of the supermarket.

"Remember the plan" I reminded him, slowing my car down which cause them to stop whatever they was talking about.

 Tyreke sighed annoyed, "I swear, you and Uncle Cal never let me have any fun. Shit if I was around Caine aka Savage, I know he wouldn't hesitate busting a cap at these fools." He whined.

 I ignored him and turned my head lights off leaving my engine on. As Jamir looking at the car scared, T-rack rolled his window down. "Yo what up nigga" he greeted dryly. The goons looked at us but Jamir calm their asses down.

"Yo, yo it's all good, I know them." He said, so they wouldn't pulled their guns out. He walked to the car with a force smile on his face. "Yo what's up my niggas!" he said loudly, but we can hear it in his voice how scared he is while sniffling repeatedly. 

T-rack looked at him likes he crazy. "Shit ain't much" he responded back "The fuck is you all jumpy for? You've been trying to hide from us again or something?" he asks and Jamir laughed lowly.

"O-Oh nah man, it ain't even like that. I'm uh you know, waiting on my fix" he respond shaking, looking left and right. 

"You got our money?" he asks, not beating around the bush. 

Jamir sighs dramatically, knowing he's about to come up with another excuse. "Man ya niggas wouldn't believe this if I told ya. Two of my damn baby mama's have been getting on my case about money. Threatening me with child supports, foods, diapers etc. You know how bitches be, especially when you gave them that work with the D, know what I'm saying?" he asks while cracking up at his own corny jokes. 

T-rack and myself didn't laughed nor give him a fist dab since T-rack is giving that I wanna blow his brains out look.

Jamir cleared his throat, shaking. "I-I know that I've been late and MIA, b-but I promise ya that I gotchu. I put that shit on my kid's man." He said, knowing this damn fool is lying since he doesn't give a fuck about those rugrats. 

Otherwise, why the hell would he waists the money on drugs and not use it for the seeds that he helped bring into this world. His helpers hasn't left their eyes on us since we've pulled up, waiting to see what's going to happen. 

T-rack chuckle bitterly. "I guess, not to say I would know about having kids or any baby mama's drama but kids are expensive, so how about this" T-rack looks at me and I unlock the doors pressing the button. "How about we take you for a drive, help to get your mind from your problems." He suggested with a sly smirk. 

Jamir looks at us in perplex but mostly scared. "Oh uh nah, I-I'm good right here. I'll be straight, I just need my fix and I'll be good." He declined with a nervous chuckle.