She Got Her Own

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So, I Wanna Thank All My Readers. I Decided To Take A Hit At The Drug Game 😎 . Ngl, I Think Im REAAALLLY Gonna Enjoy Writing This Book . Mainly Because Of What I Gots Planned . *Raises Eyebrows* Anyway , Ima Get To The Chapter . 😌🙄😘
Kymani in Media
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Kymani

I heard a knock at the door of my office. "Come in."

"KJ.. Uh, hello Ms." The person looked at me and appeared nervous. I looked at them already getting annoyed.

"What? Hurry up and talk. I ain't got all day, son."

"Well, I- I was just letting you know that someone was on their way up. He said not to say who he was.." One of my workers said.

"And you listened to him?" I loaded my gun and sat it on my lap for easy access. "What's your name?"

"Keeno."

"Bet, Keeno. The next time someone says not to tell me who they are. Kill them. But, there should be no next time." I clicked back my gun. I guess he heard it because he nodded quickly and scurried out of my office.

I got back to what I was doing and then heard another knock. I swear, why can't I be left alone? I just wanna get this work done.

"Who the fuck is it now?!" I yelled at the door. It opened and in walked someone who I haven't seen for a good minute. He was also my personal security.

"Well damn, wassup to you, too, lil mama."

"Brick! I haven't seen you in like 2 months." I sat my gun on my desk and ran to him, engulfing him in a hug.

"Yeah, I know. Shit started getting crazy in Chicago. But i'm back now, obviously. How you been holding up here?" I watched him walk to my liquor cabinet. He got two glasses and poured Ciroc Peach into both of them. He handed me one of the glasses and I took it, then shrugged.

"Shit. It's been good. This organization has gotten a lot more successful. Something's been buggin me, yo. Deadass. I can't shake it." I took a sip of my Ciroc.

"Man, keep a look out then. You should start doing checks. Ya feel me? Like, every three weeks, you line up all the workers and do a lil test. If you see anything funny, do something about it." I pondered that and nodded.

"Word? I like that. I might just start doing that. But, how you been?" We both sat down and sipped on our drinks.

"Dawg, I been happy as fuck! Last night, this broad was giving me the best head, yo! A nigga eyes was rollin' back." He said. I started laughing.

"Son, I can't even deal with you, yo. Was she fine?" He gave me that 'nigga' look.

"Hell yeah! God damn, yo. I'm in love with her, real shit. I swear, I'm sticking to hispanics." He finished his Ciroc and I rolled my eyes.

"Oh really? You in love with her? What's her name, then?" I raised my eyebrow.

He smacked his lips. "I don't know. Start wit a T, doe. It ain't important."

I shook my head. "You ain't never gonna keep a girl. Don't even remember her name. You gon fuck around and try to get married. Pastor gon say 'Do you take your loving wife Alexa to love and to hold forever?' You gon be here like 'Yo name Alexa? Real shit. Awww, I thought it was Tanya.' Ugly ass." He busted out laughing and smiled.

"All they needa know is who Papi Chulo is." He winked at me. I laughed and got up.

"Well, it was nice seeing you. You lucky you walked in when you did because I was about to buss two bullets through that door. Now, get out. I got work to do. I'm supposed to be meeting with this connect in a couple hours."

He got up and smacked his lips. "Damn, a nigga just got here, yo. Already kicking me out? It's all gucci, my guy. I'll see you later. Imma drop by tomorrow and we can catch up some more." He walked out and I went back to my desk. I looked down at the folder and opened it, then read the name.

"Red? What type of name is this?" I called up one of my friends to see if she could give me any further information on this nigga. These papers wasn't saying shit.

"Yo, Candy. What you got on some nigga that go by Red." I heard shuffling and she came back.

"Red. 21. Came fron Cali. Owns two major trap houses, I don't know the location. He only sells coke. That's all there is to him right now. I'll get to you when I find out more, iight?" She said.

"Say no more. Hit my line later then." I hung up and sat back in my seat. I didn't need to know any more, to be honest. All I wanted was that connect so I could get my hands on that Pure White. I got up out my chair and put my strap on me.

I walked out and looked at all my workers. I spotted a couple naked girls packaging the weed and a couple more packing the coke. Yeah, I export that too, but it wasn't pure. I needed straight crack.

I looked at the time. I had about 4 hours before I had to meet with this Red nigga. I decided to just call it a day here, now and have someone hold it down for me while i'm gone.

"Keeno?!" I called out his name and everyone stopped to look at me.

"Did anyone say to stop working?" I snapped at them and they all got back to work fast.

"Yes KJ.." I looked at him.

"Can I trust you?"

"Of course." He replied.

"Hold it down for me. I'll be back to check up. If any funny shit happen, contact me." I locked my office and put my keys in my bag.

"Yes Boss." He said.

I walked out of my main trap and went to my car. I just felt on edge about something. I got in and dropped my bag. I pulled a half smoked blunt from the glove compartment and lit it. Taking a long draw from it, I instantly became relaxed. I started my car and pulled off in the direction of my house. When I got to my house, I put in my pin and opened the garage. Pulling into the garage, I turned off my car and got out, putting out the blunt.

I'm humgry as fuck.

I walked in my house and dropped my bag on my bed. I headed straight for my bathroom to take a long needed, hot shower. I put on my music and then hopped in.

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