What Doesn't Kill Me...

Chapt. 31 - Omar

"We got a problem boss?"

I spun around in my chair and pulled myself up to my desk before interlocking my fingers on it.

"What is it?"

"You wanted to know everything on Quan, well Mon, youngsta, is his lil brother."

I chuckled and rubbed my beard as I sat back.

"How is that possible? That nigga stupid light and Quan is like he asked God to give him an extra hour in the oven."

My workers laughed as they agreed.

"Youngsta pops is married to Quans mama."

"Think these niggas working against me? Huh? Do you think he's thinking I set his brother up so now he wanna come at me?"

My worker shook his head.

"Nah. That nigga not built for this, he just want some fast money. All this extra shit like shooting a muhphuqa he not bout. Nigga weak O."

As I listen to my worker talk I got a plan. A plan that will let him know what this game really about besides some damn money.

"Aye I got some shit working out in my head. It involves you, a mask, and a bullet proof vest."

My worker nodded. I ran the plan by him and he was all for it.

"What about Ju? They working together."

"I got Shad for him, he light work."

My phone rung as I finished up with my worker.

Phone: Laysia

O: What's up? I'm working.

L: When can I see you? I miss you.

O: I don't know. I'll call you when I want some more of that girl.

L: Really? We can't just spend some time?

O: Bitch I got a whole family at home. You just a nut when my wife tripping. The fuck I'm gone do with a 16 year old that skips school sometimes to see me. You ain't gone be shit cause you don't take yo ass to school. I warn my son about bitches like you. I'll hit you up when I want to nut.

I gotta stop letting these young girls think they mean something to me. I got kids and a wife at the crib man.

The hell I'm gone do with a teenager? My son a damn teenager.