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XAVIER GREEN 📍CHICAGO, ILLINOIS MAY 11, 11:23pm
xavier carefully stacked the three kilos of cocaine into the duffel bag along with 2 lbs of weed. kees stood beside him doing the same thing but only packing weed.
the room was silent aside from the music that blasted throughout the whole house. until kees spoke, "you straight?"
he asked only because xavier was being usually quiet.
"yea, yasin js been acting weird," he admitted as he recounted everything in the duffel bag.
"weird like what?" kees asked eyeing xavier who zipped up the bag and grabbed his blunt.
xavier lit the blunt and inhaled before answering, "i called him like a week ago and he sounded like he was upset, so i asked him what was wrong and he hung up on me"
he exhaled the smoke and spoke again, "i went to his house and he ain't answer and the nigga car was outside that's how i know he was in the house"
xavier motioned for kees to follow him and he did. the two walked out of the back room and continued to talk.
"maybe he ain't ya' lil shit nomo," kees joked, but xavier didn't find anything funny.
"oh well folks, ian coming up off him" xavier shrugged his shoulders as they exited the house.
kees looked and laughed, "ion know g, you said the same shit bout imani and dazia"
xavier smacked his lips and snatched his blunt from kees.
"fuck imani. she still running round talking bout she pregnant with my baby," xavier said as they both got into xavier's car.
"she probably is, you know yo pull out game ass," kees said putting emphasis on the ass part.
he mugged kees and started the car, "we was finna hotbox, but since you like pissing me off get tf out my car," xavier said watching kees smile drop.
"whateva nigga..tell my future niece or nephew uncle kees said wassup," he said with a smile before exiting the car. _____
"ok please..please please, tell your father i will pay him next week," the junkie pleaded as xavier aimed the gun at him.
no answer. xavier intensively looked at him, debating on whether to kill him or give a lil wound.
"you said that shit already reg," xavier moving close so that the gun was now touching his stomach.
the junkie, reg stiffened at the feeling. and xavier smirked a little. he started to feel the same rush as all the other times he did this with clients.
"no man please.. i got kids," reg continued to plead.
xavier smacked his lips, "you a crackhead nigga, been a crackhead since i was lil. them kids ain't gon miss you"
reg look off to the side to a door that was slightly open.
"run and ima kill you on my g," xavier said knowing exactly what he was thinking.
both stared into each other's eyes, one calling the others bluff.
reg looked over again, but time he made a run for it. before he could even run an inch xavier shot him, twice in the back.
"i won't even gon kill you at first," xavier mumbled to the body that twitched below him.
he exited the room and spoke to one of his dad's soldiers outside the door, "folks take care of that for me"
even if reg did make it out the door, dude was gonna kill him.
the man nodded and entered the room.
xavier knocked on the door to his father's office before entering.
"you got my money from reg?" the deep voice asked.
"nah i killed him," xavier shrugged and poured him a shot.
martez shook his head and stood up from his desk, "when you done come sit"
he walked around to the chair xavier usually sat in and waited.
"wassup pops?" xavier asked after throwing the shot back.
"i got word that lil shawn get out next month," martez spoke watching his son's face drop.
lil shawn, the one that killed his little brother.
xavier stood back up and walked over to the bar and grabbed the whole bottle of hennessy, then he walked back to where his father stood.
"pops.. on tae if catch that nigga he dead. ion care if it's in broad daylight i'm on his ass. and you ain't talking me out of it," xavier said as he shook his leg in a frustrated manner.
his father stared at him a minute, "look xavier i know taelen was your brother and you hurt, but he was also my son, i-"
"dad, t-". he spoke, cutting his father off.
"listen nigga, i can't have you in the streets acting reckless and not giving a fuck. because i can't bury two sons.. i won't bury two sons," his dad yelled.
xavier now stood up and paced the floor, "i can't sit and let that nigga get away with killing my lil brother tho."
"i'm not saying you have to.. i have a plan you just have to wait," martez said returning back behind his desk.
"your not the only one that wants revenge"
"feels like it," xavier retorted.
martez furrowed his eyebrows at the comment. he got up and smacked his hands down on the desk, catching xavier's attention.
"how are you gonna tell me how i feel about my fucking dead son xavier?? just because i'm grieving in a different manner doesn't mean i'm not grieving!" martez yelled.
"i'm thinking about retiring and passing you the business, but i can't do that if you always got your head stuck up your ass and making stupid decisions," he continued.
xavier only stood and listened.
"ok i won't do anything," he spoke truthfully.
he realized no matter how much he argued he wasn't winning. so he put the bottle back and exited the office.
once xavier got outside he felt his anger build more. this caused him to continuously punch the bricks wall, until he stopped and looked down at his now bloody knuckles.
he walked to his car, immediately getting in and starting it. _____
