Corrupted (A Tyga Love Story) COMPLETED

Chapter Fourteen

Hey guys, so I feel like I updated this fairly quickly. So sorry I didn't reply back to y'alls comments, school is NO flipping joke. But, I'm posting this now, and just know, this chapter's about to change the game. Nothing will be the same. Okay enjoy. Read, vote, comment, add this to y'alls libraries, twerk, all that good stuff. Love you guys. 

- Keiana

Chapter Fourteen

 

Michael Stevenson (Tyga)

 

"Let's go." I whispered and motioned that it was time to head into the house. There was about ten of us, including Chris, me, and Kevin. We had our bulletproof vests on, even though Chance was in there by himself. We didn't wanna take any chances. Haha.

 

Chris busted down the back door and we ran in after him. Everyone went into their assigned rooms and checked for Chance or anyone else.

"Not in here." Everyone yelled when they finished checking their rooms from top to bottom. There was only one room to left, the bedroom. My palms started sweating as we walked up to the closed door.

“One, two, three.” Kevin broke down the door with his Black Timberland boot and we all ran in, ready for anything.

“Uh Tyga man, he ain’t in here.” One of the other guys said after we literally searched everywhere. Under the bed, in closets, cabinets, and this fat ass nigga was nowhere to be found.

“WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?! HIS GORILLA ASS DIDN’T JUMP OUT THE WINDOW!” I was so mad my vision started going blurry. We’d been set up.

“Shit!” I grabbed a lamp off of  a side table and threw it against the wall.

 

“We’ve been set up.”

 

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"Alright, I need us to make an alliance. I know I don't like Chance, and I definitely know you don't like Chance. So let's not like him together.  I went in tonight to kill him, and we got set up. I need your help in getting him." I said as I sat across from the very powerful Puerto Rican man. Dominic Alingo, the one and only. He was a don in the cocaine game, and my old mentor.

"What's in it for me? We are friends Michael, but I need something to benefit me." He was speaking and smoking a cigar at the same time, so it was hard to hear him, but I got it.

"What you want Dom? Money, bitches, a house? You tell me, I do it. Just be reasonable." His loud laugh filled the room.

"Michael, I have known you since you were a little Asian shit walking down the streets. You know me better than that. I don't want your money. I need you to make an alliance with me. I help you, you help me. It is simple."

 

In the drug game, there was nothing simple.

"Alright, what you want Dominic?"

"I need you to take care of my daughter. She's fucking with my money, and even though she's my blood, I have worked too damn hard to get where I'm at, and some little girl isn't going to bring that down. Understand?" Dominic was a cold man, and that was why I respected him so much. He wouldn't let anything get in the way of his money.

"Alright I'll do it. For how long?"

"Gracias Michael, it means so much. I'll get right on that Chance situation. Only for a month or two, until I figure out what I'm going to do with her."