Mr. Officer (Urban literature)

Chapter 21: Money

"Sup baby." He said with a huge smirk on his face.
How did he find me?
"Damn you look good. Can I come in?"

That's when my muscles and brain clicked, I instantly  closed the door in his face and locked it. "Oh no, oh no." I said to myself. I jogged away from the door and went to the phone to dial Malik's number, but before I can press 3; I felt two strong arms lift me up and pull me in the living room.

I kicked and screamed for the man to let go of me. "Shut her ass up." I turn to see a huge buff man turning the door knob and slowly opening the door to let Tyrone; the devil in.

The other guy that was holding me threw me on the couch; making me bounce and lay on my side, facing the television. I soon saw two legs in front of me and a tug on my hair that wasn't painful, but it was annoying.

"You should of knocked her out."

That voice, it sounds really familiar. The raspy and deep voice that I never liked. I looked up to see Travois standing in front of me. Chris soon stood beside him while I felt Tyrone's presence behind the couch.

I wanted to cry, but I don't want them knowing they won. I sit up slowly on the couch and removed Travois hand from my hair. "You know if y'all take me, people such as cops will be searching for me. So how about y'all just take the five gran I owe you and leave."

I heard Tyrone chuckle. "You're zany."

"I have your money, I'll throw another thousand in it." I bargained. I hope it'll work, if not than I'm screwed.

"As much I love money, that wouldn't be enough." Tyrone walked around the couch and sat next to me. "Your boyfriend, the pig is after me. I need him to back off and the only way I can do that is to rough him up a little. Put him on edge a little. You know what I mean."

"You don't have to worry, he's off the case. He was off ever since this morning." I stated.

"It's not that easy. He needs to have his other friends to drop the case and the FBI."

"What did you do so wrong to even have the FBI on your ass? Yes you sell drugs, but other people sell too."

All three of them looked at each other before turning to me. "We sell nationally. I'm not the little dealer anymore baby."

I scoffed. "I'm not your baby-" I shut my mouth when I instantly felt his hand on my baby bump.

"Hmm." He hummed. "Interesting. At first I thought you couldn't get pregnant. I tried so many times to put a baby inside you."

I tried to push his hand away from my most precious area I am trying to protect, but he wouldn't budge. "Okay I know you're upset about the whole FBI and investigators thing, but leave us out of it. Malik was just doing his job, and k beg him to leave the case and he did. I'll give you your money that I took."

"Alright." Tyrone said.

"Wait what?" Travois said. "We traveled all this we for us to just collect five gran that we can easily earn in thirty minutes. What happened to killing the p-"

"Shut the fuck up." Chris ordered. "You talk to damn much."

"Look nigga." Travois turned to him. "I don't know who you talking to, but it ain't me."

"I'm talking to you, Travios." Chris stepped up to him.

"Gentlemen.....Gentlemen, calm down. Can we fix this situation before we go to another situation." Tyrone said, making them stop arguing. He soon grabbed my hand and stroke my sweating palm, while his other hand was still on my stomach.