Trust Issues (URBAN)

Chapter 1: Meeting You

Jhay'quan POV:

"It's about time I get out of that shithole," I yelled. "Had a nigga going crazy." I exited the gates took a deep breath and headed toward the parking lot.

"I bet I'll see your punkass soon. No worries." one of the gay security guards hiss as I walked by.

"Man fuck you!" I yelled over my shoulder as I search for my homeboy D. I walk a little further and saw D lean up against his black 2013 Cadillac with a SnapBack covering his eyes from the Atlanta sun. I went up to him and stick his index and middle finger in a gun position on his temple. It took a few seconds before D pulled out his real gun toward my heart.

"Man, what the fuck?" D said when he realize that it was only me. I chuckled quietly while watching D put his gun away.

"What's up man?" I said pulling D in a brotherly.

"You play too much." D patted my back and strode to the driver side and slide in telling me to do the same thing.

"How does it feel to be a free man," D said once we were settled in. He reach over and hit a button making Meek Mill blast through the speakers. He pulled out the parking lot almost missing a speed bump.

"Feels good man. I ain't never been so glad to feel the sunlight before."

D laugh and shook his head. "You act like you wasn't allowed to go outside for a few.

"Man that was for happy niggas. I wasn't happy. You'll understand what I'm saying once you spend two years on jail."

"Shit crazy," he laugh some more and I decided to join in. We talk some more while until we arrive to our destination.

***

Thirty minutes later D pull up to one of our trap house. He park across the street and we got out the truck. We both look up and down the street making sure no car is coming or nobody watching us. We walk in the abandon looking house and burst through the door. As expected all my boys and workers guns were already in tow. Me and D laugh. "Glad y'all didn't lose y'all game while I was away," I said with a smirk

"Man, why you had to act like you were the police, scaring us and shit." one of my boys, Terrance, said.

"Shut up, nigga," D glared at him and he quickly did as he was told. I walk to my special chair and sat down.

"Ight boys. Let's get to business." I link my fingers together as all the boys sat down around the room. "Give me what you got." slowly the boys set down their guns carefully then their money then the drugs. I eyed them carefully making sure they ain't keeping shit. "Ight, now let's discuss bout this nigga that sold us out and got me arrested." they all nodded their heads and lowered their heads waiting for orders. Then we got down to our murderous discussion.

***

When I got home it was in the wee of the hours and I was tired as fuck. I headed my room strip off my clothes and took a steaming shower.

After I finish showering, I put on a pair on baggy sweatpants then answered my ringing phone.

"Yo"

"Jhay, I heard your dumb ass done got outta jail. Where ma money, nigga," my baby mama, Kashia, scream in my ear. She been blowing up my phone since I got out of jail and she really starting to piss me off.

"Man, you best lower you voice 'fore I-"

"Whachu gonna do Jhay? Huh?" I stay quiet because I'll never put my hands on a female. My momma thought me better. "Nothing Jhay that's what. Because you're a punk. Ass. Nigga."