Treys POV
I'm in my lambo zooming, going fast as shut try an rush to my warehouse. I'm nervous every as shit cause recently at of my men have been getting jumped, killed or stolen from. There's no room for insecurity in this business and this can't be happening right when I'm moving up in the drug world. I'm almost at the top. Fuck selling weed we're doing the big league shit like cocaine, crack and LSD.
I park my car and get out, walking to the ware house. I look around to make sure no ones looking.
I walk into the warehouse and all the product is packed in duffel bags ready to be sold and the money we've made is in separate bags on the opposite side of the ware house.
"everybody line up " I scream .
"I realize there's a little security issue but I want everyone to know that it's being taken care of. While I'm dealing with this I want everyone to carry an extra glock, hand gun or whatever you need to feel safe and travel in pairs." I say.
A guy steps out of line and says "what happens if this keeps continuing?
"Well it won't so don't worry about it " I say looking at his dumb ass for asking such I stupid question. I should kill his ass but I. We'd as many men as I can get.
My head warehouse man walks up to me looking concerned.
"Boss Trey can I talk to you?" He says."I mean you already are but what's up, this better be important" I say.
" It is , we've been getting threats sent to our main centers phone. In fact...." He cut off when his ringtone plays. "I don't wanna lose this relations, so I gotta stay strong cause I don't wanna move on. I'm getting sick and tired of the fussing and the fighting and the cussing cause I love you and you me too. I did you wrong n you did me wrong". He looks at his phone.
"What kind of bullshit do you listen to" I say looking at this nigga.
"This is the same person sir." He says looking at the caller id.
"Hand me the phone" I say snatching out of his hand. I don't have time to deal with this bullshit.
"Who the hell is this " I say answering the phone.
" don't worry about it Trey, I just want you to know that we're coming for you so watch your back " the robotic voice says and then hangs up.
I can't believe a bitch ass nigga is threatening my business, they gonna regret they ever popped outta their mommas dusty ass pussy.
"Everybody pack up all the shit! We're moving the operation! I'll send everyone an update in 24 hrs." I say walking out.
Im mad as shit and now I need some pussy.
I can't go home to yet though.
All of this drama kind of reminds me of my first drug deal
Flash Back
I'm standing on thin usual corner like my uncle taught me and its been a slow night. I start walking down the street since I've been standing there for a while.
These two niggas come up to me.
"You selling" the tall one asks.
"Depends, what do you want? I say.
" We want a dime of Coke" they say.
" ok that's 25$" I say pulling out the product, but before I can get it out one of the guys grabs ahold of me and the other one stabs me and they raid my pockets and leave me there bleeding on the ground.
Flash Back Over
After that day a nigga never did that in his life again to me.
I walk to my car and it's 2 bitches looking at me from down the street.
"Hey handome, you looking for a good time ?" One of them says.
"Hell yea" I say starting up the car gesturing for them to get in.
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Thug Life
Teen FictionTrying to escape the world of drugs, weaponry, hoes and the ghetto, the sexy ruthless Trey Johnson gets caught up and can't escape. Trey didn't choose the thug life, the thug life chose him.