"What the hell you mean word out is DC got killed over money? 100 dollars?"
I threw a folder across the room.
"DC got killed cause he was too gahh damn disrespectful. You don't bite the hand that feed you muhphuqa."
My worker stood at the door, shotgun in hand waiting for me to calm down.
"Quan is DC's son right?"
He nodded.
"Yes sir."
"That's why I want his ass dead. Nigga too big headed like his bitch ass daddy. Give these niggas a lil leadership and they start acting like they wanna take over everything."
"He got a mind and a hustle like his daddy. But lil do he know, that shit gone get him a personal pass to meet that nigga."
My worker walked out to do a check outside and make sure everything good.
"What about Ray?"
He stood at the door, ready for an answer.
"Don't worry about Ray. She won't last long after Quan gone."
"But you know they basically like siblings. They gone look out for each other."
I sat there on the edge of my desk playing with my beard.
"Two funerals at one time is fine with me."
My worker laughed as I chuckled a lil myself.
"Get more info on Quan, I need to know siblings, his mama, all that. See if DC got anymore kids round this bitch."
"Will do. Anything else?"
"No. Get to work."
"Its play time round this muhphuqa."
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What Doesn't Kill Me...
General Fiction19 year old Tajanae has been in and out of trouble since her younger years. She has a drug dealing brother who has no respect for anyone and will protect her with no regret. Her mother and stepdad try their hardest to keep her step brother and siste...