Gold Digger

C H A P T E R - 5

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C H A P T E R - 5




Inhaling the weed from the blunt, Zane slowly eyed the nigga that tried to take his life early this week. Thank God for who ever the chick was that warned him because instead of the nigga shooting him in the head, he shot him in the chest instead.

Zane was pissed that he had been caught slippin' and knew that he was off his game, he had to use this bitch nigga in front of him as a message to other niggas tryin' to get at him that he wasn't that nigga to be fucked with.

Zane took the blunt away from his mouth and slowly exhaled the smoke, he walked over to the crying nigga that was on his knees and two of his workers had each one of their guns pointed to his temple.

Pushing the blunt into his cheek and twisting it side to side, Zane watched with excitement as he screamed out and tried to move his head away.

Zane threw the blunt to the floor and stared down at the tear streaked face of a teenage boy. "Now, why was your dumb tryin' to kill me."

The boy kept quiet and was softly sniffing. He knew he wasn't leaving this place alive, so he answered his question. "There's a hit out on you."

Zane raised his eyebrow as he started to rub his chin. "How much?"

"Huh?" The boy said, confused.

"Nigga, did I stutter? I fucking said how much." Zane sneered as he quickly kicked the boy in his stomach.

The boy double over in pain, groaning as he held his stomach. "Twenty G's"

"Twenty G's?" Zane said, laughing. "Nigga, I know my black ass is worth more than some twenty G's, that chump change."

"Who put the hit out on me?" he asked.

One of the workers grabbed his shoulder and pulled his body straight up, pain was all over the boys face.

"I don't know." he answered, honestly. "One of my homeboys told me about it."

A knock on the door, disrupted Zane from asking his next question. "Come down."

The person walked down the basement stairs and Zane saw it was Trey.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Ya' Godfather said, he needs to talk to you now. He's upstairs waiting for you now." Trey answered before he started making his way back up the stairs.

"A'ight." Zane turned his attention back to the boy then his workers. "Kill him."

Zane slowly jogged up the stairs and didn't flinch when he heard the boy crying out for help, he had no heart. He knew he lost his emotions to feel pity for someone else a long time ago.

Slamming the basement door behind him, Zane made his way towards the living seeing his Godfather Ro sitting there looking at the sixty-two inch plasma screen TV.

His Godfather was more like a father to him, he took Zane in at the age of ten when his parents was killed right in front of his eyes.

Ro watched him grow up and tried to keep him out the streets like his best friend would of wanted but no matter what he would do, Zane would still somehow find his way to the streets. So, Ro decide to teach Zane the game and make sure he wasn't no easy target.

"What up, God?" Zane said, smiling.

Ro stood up from the couch and gave him some dap, pulling him into a one arm hug. "What up, young blood?"

"I see the game treatin' ya' right." Ro said, proudly as he looked Zane over.

"It's keepin' money in my pockets." he said, grinning but then it slowly slipped when he saw what his Godfather was holding. "Yo, what's that?"

"This the shit I gotta talk to you about." Ro said holding, Silver's purse in the air.

Zane shook his heading wondering what the hell his Godfather had to talk to him about some damn purse. "A'ight, let's go to my office."

Ro followed Zane up the stairs and walked down a long ass hallway before Zane reached his office.

Slowly opening the door, Zane saw that everything was still in place, he hasn't use the office in a few weeks.

Zane walked to the black chair that sat behind his dark chocolate desk and took a seat.

He watched as his Godfather took a seat on one of the chairs across from him. "So, why you got have a damn purse?"

Ro sighed and rubbed his hand up and down his face before he spoke, he was still kind of embarrassed. "I was robbed."

Zane raised his eyebrows in surprised. "Do you know who was the nigga that did it?"

"More like bitch." Ro mumbled under his breath.

"What?" Zane asked, confused.

Ro sighed deeply before he answered. "I wasn't robbed by no nigga, I was robbed by some bitch I picked up at the club. She took my weed, money, and my brand new car."

"You sure?" Zane inquired.

"Yeah, the bitch left her purse at my house." Ro said and threw the purse on the desk in from of Zane. "I knew my ass should've stayed in New York."

"Did you open it?" Zane asked as he picked up the bag.

"Naw." Ro said, shaking his head.

Zane opened the purse and poured everything that was in the bag onto his desk. He threw the purse on the floor and started looking at the shit that was on his desk.

He saw two twenty bills, lip gloss, a cheap looking flip phone, and tissue wrapped in a ball.

"The hell is this?" Zane asked himself out loud as he picked up the tissue that was wrapped in a ball and started to open it.

Two white pills was in the tissue and Zane knew immediately what they were. He looked up at his Godfather and reached over to hand him the pills.

Ro took the roll of tissue out his hands and was instantly pissed at what he saw was in it. "That bitch drugged me! I did feel kinda funny but just played it off to all the drinks I had that night."

Zane shook his head and wondered how his Godfather could be caught slippin' that badly, the phone on his desk started making a noise.

"Da fuck is that?" Ro asked.

"The phone." Zane answered, simply as he picked the cheap phone up.

He flipped the phone open and saw that it was a text from some nigga named, Tyron saying to meet him at a hotel in fifteen minutes.

"What it say?"

"We about to find out who the bitch was that took your shit." Zane said as he got up from his seat. "We gotta date at a hotel."

Ro scrunched up his face but followed his Godson out his office, he couldn't wait till he found that bitch. She was gonna wish she never fucked over a nigga like him.

They both left the trap house and hopped inside Zane's car.

"This nigga better give us the information he want 'cause my trigger finger is inching." Ro said and held up his hand that kept twitching.

Zane nodded and they reached the hotel ten minutes later. He parked in the hotels parking lot and pulled the phone back out to text him which room he was in.

It only took a few seconds before he replied back the answer. "Let's do this."

They both hopped out the car as they walked towards hotel. They walked through the hotel and headed straight towards the elevator.

Walking onto the elevator they saw there was already a woman on it standing in front of the elevator buttons.

"Can you hit four for me, ma?" Zane asked he stood behind her facing the door.

She did what he asked. "Thanks."

She turned and looked him over before she licked her lips. "No problem, boo."

Damn, Zane thought as he looked her over. She was a cute little brown skinned girl that smelled like peaches, with a big ass that he would love to see jiggle as he hit from the back.

The dinging of the elevator door opening broke Zane out his trance and followed his Godfather out the elevator.

"The room is 410." Zane said and started walking ahead of Ro.

Stopping in front of the hotel room door, Zane looked down each ends of the hallways to make sure no one would see what they were about to do.

They both stood on each side of the door and pulled out their guns that were hidden tucked in their waist at the same time.

Zane knocked lightly on the door three times and waited as he heard the guys heavy footsteps approaching the door.

"Hey, bab-" the guy stopped in mid-sentence as he opened the door and felt the cold barrel of the gun against his forehead.

"Don't scream, nigga. I don't have no problem shooting your ass right here." Zane said as he jabbed the gun on his head. "Now, slowly walk your ass back in the room.

Scared and nervous he did what he was told and walked backwards inside the room, Ro walked in behind them and quickly closed the door behind them.

"Sit on the bed." Zane order as he jerked his gun towards the bed.

"Please." he began to beg. "I gotta family, man."

Zane chuckled annoyed by the nigga in front of him. "Your family man havin' ass should've thought about your wife and kids before you came here to fuck another bitch."

Zane looked over at the business suit he had on and knew this nine to five type of nigga was no threat to them.

Zane looked over the still neat and clean room with incense burin' in the background.

Tyron couldn't believe this shit was happening to him, he only wanted to get a nut off to stop stressin' for a moment.

He looked up at the two thugs with cold eyes and both holding their guns at his ass ready to shot him at any moment if needed.

And he started to think that possibly that one of them was Tamika's boyfriend, he wasn't ready to die over some pussy. "Man, I didn't know she had a man."

"Look." Ro said, getting annoyed himself. "You know where the bitch live?"

"Naw," he answered, honestly.

"Do you know anything that would be helpful to find her hoe ass?" Zane asked.

"No, she's always kept that kinda information to herself." he answered.

Ro sucked his teeth and Zane blew out an annoyed breath. "This shit was just a waste of time."

"Let's just leave this nigga ain't got nuttin' that can help us find her." Ro said, looking at Zane.

"A'ight." Zane said, unsure.

Tyron let out a breath of relief, he was happy he was gonna keep his life but that thought was short lived when Zane put three bullets inside his head.

"Let's go." Ro demand as he walked towards the door.

They left the room, got in the elevator and made their way back towards Zane car.

"I gotta go to POPS because my car had been making a weird sound." Zane said.

"You got my ass in a car that could be a death trap?" Ro exclaimed.

"God, it ain't that serious."

"Yeah, a'ight."

They made it to the shop a few minutes later as Zane went to go find someone to help him, Ro went and started looking around the shop.

Something from the right side corner of his eye catch his attention, he turned his head all the way around and was stunned to see his car.

Naw, that can't be my car, Ro thought as he walked closer to the car and looked at the tags.

Instantly, he was pissed. He quickly looked around the shop to see if she was here right now.

Ro watched as Zane walked towards him with a dark skinned brotha worker next to him.

"God, why you over here?" Zane asked, confused.

Ro looked straight into Zane's eyes then slowly moved his eyes to the car next to him.

Zane caught on quick and couldn't believe their luck.

The worker thought they were just admiring the car. "Nice car, right? I couldn't believe it belong to some chick."

"Fo real?" Ro played along. "What she looked like?"

"She was bad, man." the worker said, smiling as he thought about her. "About five foot seven, hazel eyes, and a big ass."

"Why she bought the car here?" Zane inquired.

"She just wants to change the tags on the car and body paint the car pink." he answered.

Ro clenched down on his jaw trying to calm himself down and said through clenched teeth. "That's gonna take like, what? A week?"

"Naw, just two." he said, then looked over at Zane. "What's up with your car?"

Zane lead the worker to his car and explained what was happening. After checking out the car, it was nothing really serious with it and was told to bring it back tomorrow so they could firgure out why it's making that sound because they were closing.

They got back in the car and drove back to the trap house, so that Ro could get his rental car.

"So, what we gonna do?" Zane questioned.

"We ain't doing nothing." Ro said. "E and I are gonna stakeout the shop for the two weeks just in case her ass decides to pop back up."

"Why ain't I included in this plan?"

"'Cause your ass got more important shit to do than this." Ro explained.

Zane nodded his head and parked in front of the house. "You gonna tell me what's happening day by day?"

"Yeah." Ro answered before he opened the car door.

"I'll call you tomorrow."

"A'ight." he said as he closed the car door behind him.

Zane watched his Godfather for a few more seconds before he pulled off and headed towards his house.

He looked at the clock in the car and already knew he was going to hear Roshanda's mouth.

Pulling up and parking in his driveway, Zane turned off the car before he got out.

He took his keys out pocket and opened the front door, he raised an eyebrow when he didn't hear nothing at all.

He turned to close as he locked the door and turned back around to see Roshanda in her red silk rode with her arms folded under her chest with a look of disgust all over her face.

"So, who's the bitch you was wit all day?" she question as she tapped her foot.

"I wasn't wit no female." he answered, dryly.

"Nigga, why you lyin'?"

"Ain't no one lyin'" he said and started making his way towards the kitchen with her right on his trail.

"Don't walk away from me, Z."

"Da fuck you want?" Zane quickly turned around, it was the same shit everyday.

He would come home late, she'd accuse him of cheating, than they have make-up sex. A different day but always the same shit.

"Nigga, who you yelling at?" Roshanda exclaimed.

"Look, you already knew how it was gonna before you got wit my ass." Zane said, staring down at her.

"Maybe, I'm tired of waiting up for your ass all night, maybe I wanna man who's always gonna be there for me, and who wants to get married and have kids!"

"Ain't nobody stopping your ass from walking out the door." Roshanda was pissed that he was telling the truth.

"Fuck it! I'm gone." she screamed and marched her way towards the staircase.

"Yeah, whatever." Zane said, dismissing her threat because he knew that if she indeed did leave she'd be back, she always came running back to him.