Money hungry

Secrets 3

Javiero POV...

These late nights will be the death of me I thought as I pulled up to Mariana's house around 3. I didn't see her car so I assumed it was in the garage. As I got out Mariana's  black Mercedes   pulled up. Now I know I'm not her nigga or anything but I'm not gonna lie her coming home at late hours has me feeling some type of way. But knowing her it's best not to comment if it's not my place to say anything.

  I waited for her to pull in the driveway to help her with her bags if she had any. She smiled and got out her car when I opened her back seat to grab her purple Nike dufflebag but she swiftly took it from me. "I got it, but thanks" she said locking her doors to her car and headed inside.

I was confused for a second then let it go. We didn't say much mostly because we were both exhausted so we left it at goodnight.

The next morning I woke to my alarm ringing. I can't lie I slept pretty hard which felt like heaven. I hoped out of bed feeling like a new man and quickly took a shower and got dressed. I dressed comfortable yet casual. Mariana was still sleep when I left, figured I wouldn't wake her with a goodbye.

After stopping at Starbucks to get some coffee I headed out to the wearhouse. I had only been out here once and Alro was the one driving.  I began to think I was going the wrong way so I double checked the GPS.  I swear if West gave  me the wrong address.  But I'm in the middle of a fucking forest and how many wearhouses could there be out here. So this has to be it I thought to myself.

It looked nothing. like I remembered. It was an abandoned farm with dried you grass, broken windows, chipped paint. The whole 9. I called up West.

"Sup?" he answered.

"The fuck you got me out here at a broke down bummy ass cracked out McDonald farm my nigga" I said shaking my head. He chuckled "Bruh go inside" he said making me even more lost than what I was.

I walked up the old steps making a squeaking noise like they could give out at any second with my nostrils flared. The door looked as if it was ready to fall of its hedges with one touch. I pushed the spider covered door open and stepped inside to see nothing but an old dusty empty room with cracked floor boards.

"Ain't shit in here,  West I'm really..." I began to say when he cut me off.

"Nigga just find the lose floor board in the left coner in the back of the room under the window".

"And once you find it push it down".

I did as he said and sure enough there was a loose floor board. I stepped on it making the wall shift to the right reviling a hidden door. I did a 360, it felt like a set up.

"Bruh.... " I said shaking my head.

"Nigga  just go through the door a body guard named Alvin will check you in and clear you" West said knowing that I'm slightly paranoid when it comes to these situation. But you gotta been this business.

It still didn't calm my nerves. When I opened the door a tall buff dark skined African guy who wore all black with long dreads was waiting in what looked like a hallway. The door automatically closed behind me.

"I.D? " he asked with a thick accent as he  watched me watch him. He stared at it the nodded his head giving it back to me as I bought a flash from his gun on his waist.

"Place your thumb on the scanner" he directed.  As soon as it scanned my thumb the wall moved to the side making a door way.  He nodded letting me know I was clear to go through.

I slowly walked into a huge wearhouse with black marble floor and bright white lights which made it hard to miss everyone's movement or if anyone dropped something. To my left sat a bunch of unopened carts .As I continued to walk passed the table full of product being processed by naked bodies with guards around them.