Story of a Thug (An Urban Story)

Chapter 4

Machai

After I left my house I went to go check on my trap houses and see how business was doing. We had a few shipments that I needed to be done tonight. I went to one of my trap houses that I drop by every so often. I pulled up in my 2013 BMW cut the engine and hopped out the car. I walked around to the back so I wouldn’t be seen by anyone and unlocked the door. When I walked in I instantly got pissed the fuck off. I saw half naked women giving lap dances to these bitch made niggas and I saw no work being done. This is not how I run my shit. I do not mix business with pleasure especially not with the dangerous life I’ve been living. You can’t trust no one. Not females, not males, not old people not young people. I was livid especially since I had enough shit to deal with as is. I took the gun out my waistband and shot two shots in the air. The bitches all started screaming and shit and the niggas all drew their guns until they realized who it was. The looks on their faces were ones that knew they were caught doing some shit they were not supposed to be doing.

“What the fuck is going on in here? Does this look like a fucking strip joint to any of you.” I yelled at them all. They all stayed silent.

“That wasn’t a rhetorical question!” I yelled kicking over the closet chair to me.

“I’m going to ask again, does this look like a strip joint?” I asked a bit calmer this time. They all shook their heads no.

“So anyone care to share why I have these have naked bitches in my fuckin trap house around all this fuckin product and shit and none of y’all are doing a got damn thing?” They all sat silent as shit like some deer caught in headlights.

“Oh okay alright. Now all of a sudden you all lost the ability to speak. No it’s cool I understand. So first and foremost I want all these hoes up outta my trap house.”

“Whoa I am not a hoe! Don’t be calling us no hoes.” I turned to look at the bitch that had the audacity to even open her mouth. The look I gave her had her snapping her mouth completely shut, she couldn’t even look at me.

“First off HOE speak when spoken to. Secondly don’t come up in my fuckin house and tell me what I can and cannot call you, you Tuna can looking bitch! Stay silent in your corner.” I heard my niggas snickering. I don’t know why their laughing cause I’m still pissed off.

“Get these women up out of my place of BUSINESS before I get to busting caps in some asses. I will be back later on tonight and I want shit to actually be getting done. We have a shipment going out tonight and when my boys drop by later on tonight I want it ready and bagged for them or ima make sure all your lazy asses get blasted.”I warned as I walked out of the trap house.

I needed to call up my boys to see what was poppin with DJs party. I heard that its gunna be turnt all the way up and I don’t wanna miss it. I called up Darius, one of the only niggas I would actually take a bullet for. He was like a brother to me and I trusted him with my life. He was fresh up outta jail. He did a few months for possession. We had some of the best lawyers money could buy so his sentence was significantly lowered. My sister would be happy to know that he was finally home. He answered on the second ring.

”What’s Gucci ma nigga?”

“Not much, you hitting up DJs party tonight?” I asked.

“Hells Yea, I didn’t plan on missing that I need to get back to living life. I may have only spent a few months up in jail but shit nigga I missed my freedom.” He responded. I laughed at him.

“Ight well roll by the crib by 10 and we will all ride out together.”

“Aight, see you in a bit. One. ”And he hung up.