Broken Chyna

coming for ya

Co
As me and Kyrie road to the trap house my head was all fucked up. Like I really found my sister, and I knew that she was my sister because she had the same light grey eyes that I had and we had the same light complexion. Her beautiful eyes didn't hold happines it held pain. I could tell she been through alot of shit just buly looking into her eyes. This shit was really fucking with my head bruh. We pulled up to trapp house and I heard Kyrie on the phone. "Yo earth to Corell" Kyrie said. "Don't be saying my government name nigga", I said while mugging the fuck outta him. " I wasn't in my right mind at the moment, I just needed some alone time. I know that I wasn't there in the beginning but I never knew she existed. Now that I know, a lot of shit bout to change , cause imma protect her. We all we got. I sat in the car, lost in my thoughts when my phone started ringing. I seen Chyna's name flash across the screen. My heart instantly started pounding. I answered on the first ring.
"Yoo what's wrong?, You hurt, you sick, talk to me Chyna. I was asking all kinda questions without lettin her answer.
"Noo nigga aint nobody hurt, Im jusssssssst"
"You just what chyna?"
"Im bored than a mf ughhhhh" she said while laughing.
I swear i wanted to hit her in her temple, bean chest play to damn much. Had me thinking some was wrong with yo nappy headed ass.
"Fawwkkk you mean, I can't stand yo ugly ass, but we gone be there in a few hours."
"Alright hurry, boredom is a bitch, she yelled before hanging up"
I swear she gets on my damn nerve. I got out the car an went inside. I stopped in my tracks when I heard Kyrie yelling. I walked inside where all our product was an I seem some of it missing. "Where the fuck the workers at, yall line the mother fuck upp, Now" He yelled. While he was doing that I went upstairs to make sure that the Naked women was making the shit right. Can't have them fucking up the Black, which was a new product that we just got in. I had my uzi in my waste band ready to pop a bitch. "How the work coming along" I asked this bright skin hoe, that was cooking our shit. She put her finger in the pop and tasted it, "it taste soo good" she said with a smirk. I took out my knife that was in my pocket " gimme ya
damn finger". She looked hesitate but then she gave it to me. I took her damn finger and cut that bitch off. " "Ain't nobody told yo ass to stick ya nasty ass finger in our shit"the. "Now yo ass got 9 instead of 10." Give me ya other hand I said to her. She had tears in her eyes but she didn't even make a sound. A true soulja but too bad another finger got to go cause I hate odd numbers. I cut her other finger off on her left hand. "Now ya even, your welcome", I said to her while walking out to meet Kyrie. She looked at me with hate and I didn't give a flying fuccckkk. I pulled my uzi out and put one between her eyes. "Clean this shit upp, I yelled to the other workers". They jumped and did what was told. I went back to where Kyrie was and he looked mad af. He was in the office on the phone. "What's wrong Ky"
"Shit we got some more bull shit with some irrelevant ass niggas"
"Like who? don't tell me its them niggas from the south" I asked with hate in my voice. I couldn't stand them with anything in me.
"Noo its that nigga Dut, he tryna get to me before we get to him"
Dut was a pussy ass, eating ass, puff but don't pass nigga. Word on the street was that he had something to do with my sister, and I don't play that. I been waiting to light his ass up my damn self.
"Yoo go get Drock and Nazy, Kyrie told me.
"Alright, cause we got work to mf do".
I sat there in thought cause I was planning all types of ways to kill that nigga. Dice or whatever the fuck his name is, we coming for you. He better have it on his mind.