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•CHAPTER 33•

Thursday
Matthew's POV

Finishing my first bottle for today, I was just sitting there cross faded and thinking to myself about how much I missed Icelynn. I missed waking up to her, that good ass food she knew how to cook and the sex. Her pops and his crew fucked me up but that ain't stop me from calling her and trying to see her.

"This shit ain't lookin' good at all man. All our connects wanna end business with us. They say we ain't movin' our shit fast enough Matt." Huncho complained to me but I wasn't trynna hear that bullshit, I was going through enough shit.

I lost my girl within a month, my fuckin' pops, the anniversary of my son's death passed not too long ago and Selena was threatening to take Shiloh away from me cause of my drinking problem. Not to mention my fuckin' business was crashing down hard as fuck.

"What we gon do about that boss?" Brandon asked looking at me weird.

"I don't fuckin' know. That's what y'all niggas here for!" I yelled at them. Sometimes these niggas act so clueless as to how to do this shit like I ain't teach them the game. I guess I had to do everything myself.

"Matt, you know Anita and her crew—"

"Man fuck Anita! I ain't workin' wit that bitch. I changed my mind, she don't know shit about hustling and her business prolly crashin' too as we speak."

Huncho scratched his head and handed me another blunt. "Nah, I think she doing just right and we should join her. You said you wanted to play the hopeless or heartbroken son or some shit. Take advantage of that shit bro, she could potentially put us back on top."

"Man fuck you and her right now. I need to get my girl back." I sat there wanting to cry cause I wanted Ice so bad. I was down bad about this girl more than I realized. I ain't wanna go to war with her, she was my everything I would put my life on the line for her cute ass.

"You need to focus on the task at hand. We need work Matt. I'm not trying to be workin' for a fucked up business man." Brandon said to me and I laughed because who the fuck was this nigga talkin' to?

"Yo watch yo mouth when you talkin' to me man. I ain't no fuckin' kid. I don't even talk to my kid like dat." I reached for another personal bottle of henny I kept on me just like my blunts.

"Aye man you need to chill out on the liquor—"

I got up charged towards Brandon who seem like he couldn't shut the fuck up about what I chose to do.

"Don't tell me what I need to do, that's my job! You just some bitch made boy that think they know wassup in these streets but you don't. I'll have my nigga shoot you dead in yo shit right and send yo body to yo fuckin' mama man tighten up!"

Brandon pushed me back and I took out my gun, but Huncho snatched it away from me.
"Y'all need to chill out man! Look, let's go talk to Anita and see what she say the worst thing she could say is no and we move our shit somewhere else. You her son man I doubt her ass would say no anyway."

I sat back down and fixed my clothes, Huncho did have a point though I was just being too stubborn to let that shit play out.

About and hour later, I sent the rest of my guys home and me and Huncho went to Covergirls to speak to Anita. When we got there everybody showed me and my boy mad love cause of who I was and I really did appreciate that shit. I tried my best to sober up before heading to her, but I was slight fucked up still.