Corrupted (A Tyga Love Story) COMPLETED

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

(Tyga) Michael Stevenson

"Who was that bitch Tyga? And why didn't you stand up for me when she was talking shit? Are you fucking her? Are you cheating on me?!" Rochelle cried as soon as I pulled out of Jade's friends' driveway. Here we go with this bullshit again.  

"She was a girl I met at the club last night, and she forgot her phone with me so I gave it back. I didn't stand up for you 'cause you shouldn't have been talking shit in the first place. And how can I cheat on you when we aren't even together Rochelle?" I responded and leaned back against the leather seat. I knew I shoulda left Rochelle's ass back at her crib, but she had begged me to come along.

Rochelle was an old fuck, some girl who was just there to do when there was nothing else to do. She had called me last night after I left the club and told me to swing by her house. Long story short, I fucked, attempted to duck, but she begged to tag along with me today. I immediately regretted it when I remembered how stupid Rochelle was.  

"Tyga, you told me we were gonna be together, you said!" She whined and I turned the volume of the radio up until I couldn't hear Rochelle.

Finally peace and quiet, a nigga needed it at a time like this. I had to get on my shit and buckle down. I was one of the biggest drug Lord's in all of Florida. My boys pushed out the best cocaine in the state. To say I was that nigga was a major understatement.

I craved power, and I wasn't gonna stop until I got it. With power came fear, but I welcomed it. When people feared you shit got done. Also they weren't in your business. In my line of work I couldn't have people in my business. That's how people got fucked up.

I was twenty one, on top of the world, and my shit. I was living the king life.  

"Michael I hate you forreal man. I'm not dealing with your bullshit anymore!" Rochelle screamed and turned down the radio so I could hear her yelling.  

"Yo! Calm down with that shit before I leave your ass on the side of the road! I'm dropping your ass home right now." I yelled and sped up the engine so I could get to Rochelle's house faster. To think I actually wanted to be with this girl at one point.

Almost ten minutes later I was in front of Rochelle's apartment building waiting for her to hop outta my car. She just stared at me with tears brimming over her eyes. If she thought that some little tears would affect me she was sadly mistaken. "You were talking all that shit before ma, so hop out. Hurry up, I'm getting impaitent."

I had a really bad temper, and I had no paitence, especially today when I had things to handle.  

"Fuck you Ty, don't come to me looking for a nut ever again." Rochelle warned as she climbed out of the car and slammed the door. She knew she was lying, because tomorrow she would text me begging me to come over. That's just how shit went.

I quickly pulled out of her parking lot and drove down the highway so I could get started with my day. I didn't have time to be distracted with hoes, especially young ones like that girl from the club. Ma was bad, I won't lie, but she was too innocent and young. I wasn't even looking for a girlfriend or a wife, just a quick fuck. And if I fucked Jade a nigga was gonna be facing time in the pen. Like that one woman said, 'ain't nobody got time for that.'

After about twenty minutes I finally pulled up to my homeboy Chris's house. He was my bestfriend, associate, and just my nigga. Our mothers were best friends, and we just followed suit.  

"Sup man, where've you been? You were supposed to be here an hour ago." Chris said as I walked through his front door and plopped on the couch.  

"First I had to bring that girl who puked all over my Bred's her phone back, and then I had to drop Rochelle's crazy ass back home." I explained and pulled out of my iPhone from my pocket. Three missed calls from the dopehouse. I wonder what those niggas wanted.