𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙴

head honcho

c h a p t e r    O N E

m i h t y

I walked into the trap seeing everybody taking seats on the couch or leaning on the wall.

My uncle had called a meeting for today. For what I don't know.

My face frowned when the nigga I was standing by decided to open a bag and stick his long ass pinky nail into it.

I mugged him, "yo I deadass don't wanna see that shit. go somewhere with that."

He looked at me, about to say something but realized who I was. He quickly went on his way to the other side of the room. My homegirl Nenah walked up to me.

"Mint."

"wsp' looney. you know what this meeting 'bout?"

She shook her head and pulled her braids to the front of her hoodie, "I figured you would know. Since you neph neph and allat."

I side eyed her, "eat my dick."

Looney laughed, "i'd much sooner kill myself Minty."

I shrugged, "i can make it happen, Looney. anyway, where Tunes at? y'all usually slide together."

She took in a sharp breath, "i'on know where Tarold at and no we do not come together."

I shook my head not wanting to ask why she not calling him by his nickname. I'm already knowing they got into it and I'an getting in the middle of that shit.

My 'Uncle' came out of his office and walked in the middle of the circle.

He spoke and everyone got quiet, " I recently decided to make a truce with them Westside niggas. I know y'all not gonna fuck with it but you niggas is free to leave, without yo life to be clear."

I held back the mug approaching my face. Them Westside niggas kill off a section of us, rob us, threaten our families, and spit on graves but we doing a fucking truce?

No one spoke, including me. When Harlow keeps shit this short there usually means that he got a plan or some shit. It also means not to question him 'bout it.

Looney looked at me, "Mint.. them niggas destroyed my fucking crib looking fa' shit. i'an get my deposit back and I had to move out. shit, I had to live with my parents again. now we just 'pose to be cool..?"

I shook my head. We couldn't talk about this shit hea', "too many heads Looney, we gon' talk 'bout it at home. go tell Tunes, i'ma talk to Unc."

"go head tell head honcho it's fuck him 'round here."

"you tryna be homeless fa' real?"

She shook her head, "nah but respect everything, no? i'm tired of no one being even considered in these decisions."

She was preaching to the choir. I kissed her cheek and told her to go home. I walked over to the only clean room in the trap. I knocked 3 times and heard a come in.

He looked up from the papers on his desk.

"Mihty, pass me those stacks off the chair and give me 5 rubber bands."

I closed the door and grabbed the money, putting it on his desk. He started putting the clean money through a money counter and banding it by every 3 thousands.

I guess he's making a purchase today.

"so unc. you know what i'm 'bout to ask."

He sighed, "i'on know why i run this shit only to be questioned by niggas under me."