SOULMATES

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Anger pov

I couldn't sleep so i went down to the trap to see what's been going on. i clearly been hella distracted with all these kids and women.

I haven't had time to do shit forreal. But Luckily Lance held it down for me.

Walking into the building i immediately went downstairs into the basement. I cleaned up the floors from old blood. I recounted all the money in the safe that's engraved into the ground.

I sighed. This life is slowly getting to me.

I heard a soft knock on the door and i immediately snapped out of my daydreaming of a better life.

"Wassup?" i mumbled.

In walked Lance, JJ and Roy.

It's like 5am. I didn't see no cars outside nor did i know anyone would be here round this time forreal.

"Oh shit wassup niggas?" I asked while shutting the door of the safe, locking it back.

"We got a problem." Lance muttered.

I shot my eyes at Lance with a concerning look.

"They Robbed Roy and got the location of our place. These niggas are young and out of the control, and it's not the niggas we been fightin'."

"Huh?" I looked at Roy finally realizing he looked fucked up.

"How did-"

I just couldn't pull it together. So much shit is going on, i can't fucking breathe.

I went to the desk and leaned on it. covering my mouth with my hand.

"Anger you good?" Lance stared at me, instantly knowing i'm about to crash the fuck out but he doesn't know how he should help.

I started breathing heavily and rubbed my face. My ears started getting hot and my face was as red as my brown skin can get.

"I can't keep doing this shit." I mumbled to myself.

"What's on yo mind?" JJ spoke.

"I don't know what to do." I mumbled.

"You're not alone in this Anger. We just need a plan. Roy is good, he said he's willing to give you some of the money he saved up-"

"It's not about the fuckin MONEY!" I snapped.

I fast walked up to Roy, gripping his shirt up.

"What did these punk bitches look like?" I asked him, all up in his face to where he had no choice but to look away.

There was nothing anyone could say to me right now and these niggas know that. Unfortunately this is just the beginning.

"T-they was some young blood lookin niggas. Gotta be like 16 or 17 at least!" Roy responded.

I let him go and walked up to Lance.

He walked over to the desk and went in the drawers pushing through junk and bullets to find an old ripped up map.

He cleared the desk from anything that was on it other than a fucked up lamp that been collecting dust since the beginning of fuckin time.

He circled where Roy allegedly was robbed at.

" He was chillin at the bar here with one of his bitches."