Slum Queen

Chapter Eleven: The Truth (Part One)

Excuse My Many Mistakes. . . Enjoy.

Nana's P.O.V

I really thought after all those years of training and sitting in on the bosses meetings, he would have picked up a couple of things. I guess not. I walked down the hall, freely and danced my way out that son of a bitch. They thought they could hold me down? Ha ha ha . NOT! I heard someone coming around the corner so I backed up. I saw three shadows and I smirked. As soon as they came into my view, they didn't know what hit them. I broke the first guys neck without hesitation. One tried to run off but I went after him and took his knife, stabbing him multiple times in the chest.

I looked around.

I knew I saw three of them. Fuck did he go?I turned back to my left and got a foot to the chest. Motherfucker. I stood up and ran towards him but ended up sliding in between his legs grabbing his ankle gun. When he turned around . . . . Boom, right between the eyes. I knew I still had it. I took his clothes and the others exit key and gun. I walked right out that bitch. I can't believe these niggahs are so stupid. They don't see all this ass? I guess it done got a little flat. I swear this feels like old times . . .

I took one of their loading trucks and called up the first person I could think of.

"Wassup?" He said.

"My legs," I said laughing.

"Natalie?" He asked.

"In the flesh," I said. "Where you at?"

"Where am I?!" He questioned. Where YOU at?" "They said you got kidnapped."

"Was," I said laughing. "Is Renée there?"

I know she has to be here. Every time I miss a call she pops up. I don't know why. I still can't find a spot on my good side for her ass. Smh.

"Tall chick who kinda looks like you and bites?" He asked chuckling.

I laughed a little. Bitch could always use her mouth well. "Yea, put her on the phone."

"Natalie I got the book."

"Good, because Sambas is looking for it," I said knowing that she'd be anxious to off him. "Where you get it from because my office is locked?"

"Little Marcus and that big headed girl who whines a lot."

I paused . . . they couldn't be in on this. They not smart enough for this line of work. Has to be another one of Gene's heroic plans to save some shit.

"Ha . . . They ain't nothing to worry about," I assured her. "Troublesome Asses."

"Yeah they ain't nothing to worry about now."

"What do you mean NOW?!"

"When I was- . . . then somebody started shooting and that's all I remember. Big head got hit first and then this niggah pulled me out, appreciate that my fellow, then that was it."

"What was you doing Renée?" I asked as I gripped the wheel. I swear to god if she touched that girl Imma have to lay hands on this hoe.

"Man look before you start trying to shoot and shit, I thought they was lying so when I found the book on Marcus-"

"Gene."

"Whatever bitch, I swear if I had a dime for how many times . . . nevermind but I found it on him and he wouldn't tell me shit so I used her as you know."

"What the fuck did you do bitch," I said through the grit of my teeth.

"Shot her up a little . . . . She was aight though. Calm your tits."