Beauty POV
Pulling up outside the south side trap house, I killed the engine and turned off whatever Future was about to rap about next.
I hopped out my newly bought 2017 BMW and slam the door shut. My Michael Kors purse was hanging off to the side of my arm. I was debating on leaving it in the car but thought against it.
Walking up to the door in my all black Steve Madden Slithur heels couldn't no one tell me shit.
I walked up on the porch and looked around. Rule broken! That was definitely someone's ass.
"Shit!" I heard someone mumble coming up on the porch "Wassup boss lady?"
"Shit is right" I nodded
"I only walked to get a-"
"Go in" I nodded towards the door cutting him off.
He quickly did as told and walked in. He held open the door for me as I walked into one of the popular trap houses I had since I was 17.
Everyone was working. Either cooking, bagging, or counting money.
"Stop what your doing and make your way to the living room!" My voice boomed.
I wasn't here to play games. And they knew that, so they jumped to there feet and raced into the living room.
I was the last to enter. I counted all the heads and nodded once I seen everyone was there. I carefully placed my bag down and slid out my all pink custom made pistol.
"Who's Jermaine?" I asked looking around the room of Females and Males.
"I am boss l-"
"Take him to the basement" I told two of my workers while cutting him off.
I then looked around the room for the door man. Bingo! Pow!
"Don't ever leave your fucking post! You got a job to do and if you can't handle it, I got a bullet with your name on it! Understand?"
"Yes" They all replied back quickly.
"Meeting over. Somebody clean that shit up!" I spoke grabbing my purse.
I made my way down into the basement where the two young dudes was holding Jermaine, gun still in my hands.
Dropping my purse on the table I grabbed the machete and handed it off to Bink.
"Who you working for?" I asked as I looked him in his eyes.
"N-n-nobody" He stuttered.
Smack!
Blood leaked from his mouth after his jaw connected with my gun. "Who the fuck are you working for!? Now lie to me again and I'll make one phone call and have your mother house aired out. You know....the one your daughters are staying at" I said letting him know I wasn't to be fucked with.
Jermaine cried like the bitch he was before he started snitching.
"I work for Monster. He sent me, he told me get your information so he can take you o-"
"That's enough" I put my hand up stopping him.
I then nodded towards Fresh. The other youngin who took out his pocket knife "Open your mouth" I braked.
"W-why I t-t-told you everything"
"One call is all it takes" I smirked pulling out my phone.
"Okay!" He said before opening his mouth up.
Fresh stood in front of him and snatched his tongue out his mouth. He switched open the pocket knife and started to cut Jermaine tongue out his mouth.
Jermaine cries of pain filled the big basement. I would feel sorry for his punk ass but Beauty doesn't have any feelings.
Fresh placed Jermaine's bloody tongue in a box and sealed it close for it to be sent out later.
"Snitches aren't respected around here" I smiled while Bink chopped off his head.
"Send that shit to his mother door step, then send that tongue to Monster a dead man can't speak" I said slipping my gun back in my purse.
"Then call Kev and tell him to send his cleaning crew" I grabbed my bag then proceeded up the steps then out the trap house where a new person was guarding.
I started trapping at the age of 15 and haven't looked back since. I started making a name for myself at 17 and after I caught my first body niggas knew I wasn't to be played with. I was out here on one mission and one mission only and that was to get money.
Now at the age of 23 I was living in a penthouse driving foreign cars with money piled up to the ceiling. I was untouchable and couldn't no one fuck with me.
My life wasn't always glitz and glamour though. There's a story behind my tuff persona and hard up demeanor.
I was running the streets of Bmore and taking everyone by storm. They couldn't handle a female running their streets but best believe I wasn't backing down.
Once I was back in my car I started it up and sped off just as my phone started ringing.
"What's good?" I asked
"I got the bitch. I'm at the warehouse" The person on the other line spoke.
"Good" I replied hanging up.
I made my way out glen Bernie where I had a warehouse set up at. I took my work and my money very serious.
Parking I hopped out the car and switched on over to the warehouse door. "Duty calls" Kev smirked.
"Duty always calls" I laughed "She in there?" I asked.
"Waiting on you boss lady"
I nodded and walked in to see a "snow bunny" stripped down naked and hanging from the ceiling. This was Monster bitch!
"You bitch! Monster gonna get your ass! You ho!" She yelled
"Is that right?" I laughed "Oooh you just rah rah out the gate already huh? He trained you well"
"Fuck you! Cunt!" She yelled before hawking spitting my way.
"Mmm baby you are so lucky that didn't get on my McQ shirt or that would've been your ass" I smiled walking a circle around her.
"A white girl with ass, where he find you at?"
"Atlanta" Kev laughed.
"You're gonna pay for what you did! He's gonna find you!"
"Aw how cute, you actually think those words are true"
"I will fucking kill y-"
Pop!
"Bitch shut up!" I yelled popping her in her mouth "Now it's my turn to do the fucking talking while you shut the fuck up and look pretty!"
2 hours later
I had tortured her with every weapon that was in the warehouse and made the bitch unrecognizable.
"Now where is he?" I asked her again.
"H-h-he stays with y-y-your sister" She finally spit out.
"What?!" Those was not the fucking words I wanted to hear.
"Your sister Zion, that's his baby mother" I nodded at the new information.
That bitch told me she didn't know who Amari father was.
"Torch that bitch up!" I nodded to Kev before leaving out the warehouse with a heavy mind.
Fuck it! I gotta do what I gotta do!
