~Hustle~

Chapter 1: J&T

•Jeremiah•

"999,998,...999,999...1,000,000" I said as I out the money I counted in my safe. I grabbed another stack of money and started counting that stack of money.

Y'all are probably wondering who's Jeremiah. Well that's me. Jeremiah Mc'Call. I'm the co-leader of The Saints. The biggest drug empire in the state of New York. Most people ask me how did you get here or how did you become a Drug King well that's easy.

~4 years ago~

"Jeremiah Amire Mc'Call get down here now" my mother yelled. I got up from my bed and slipped on some sweatpants pants because it was a more than one chance that one of my my mom"s friends were downstairs. I dragged myself downstairs and plopped down on the couch. I was so tired. I looked up and seen my mom give me a sincere look. "What?" I asked while flipping through channels. She sat down next to me and out her hand on mine. I slid my hand from under her and put it on the other side of me. "Baby I'm dying" she said. My head shot up. "What do you mean your dying?" I asked. "What do you think it means?" she said with an attitude. I don't know why she thinks that dying is not a big deal but it is. Me and my mother has had our differences but never like this. It's like overtime me and my mom's relationship has gotten worse. "How do you know?" I asked. "Two years I got diagnosed with breast cancer. I didn't want to worry you with it so I just kept it to myself. Over the past two years it's gotten worse because I didn't have the money to pay for treatment since I have to take care of you...." she said but I cut her off. "How are you going to blame me for you not getting treatment" I asked getting upset. "Don't catch an attitude with me Jeremiah. I make sure you have everything and anything. But never have you stopped to ask "mom you don't have to get this" no you never asked that all you do is want want but you never work for SHIT! I stopped my cancer treatments so that you can have the freshest clothes and the newest shoes. I work three jobs just for YOU! So shut the fuck up! NOW!" my mother yelled with tears welling up in her eyes. I never knew that she had cancer if she did then I would've asked for less. "Jeremiah I'm sending you to live with your Uncle Rocko......I just can't handle anymore stress with you here. In my will you have my life insurance money so no matter what nobody in the family gets it. I love you but you gotta go" my mother said. She got up off the couch and walked upstairs to her room. I just sat there in awe. I'm being sent away to live with my Uncle Rocko this can't be happening. I face palmed myself and rubbed my temple. This can't be happening to me.

My mother died a few days later. Everybody in the family acted like they cared if my mother died or not. The only person who cared about my mother is my Uncle Rocko. Even though he wasn't my blood uncle. He's mother's step brother. My mama and him not related no more because his daddy and my mama's mama got a divorce shortly after they got married. The funeral was short because not that many people came to the funeral. Everybody just came to get her life insurance money but little did they know that she already left it to me. Dumb asses. A couple of days later my uncle came and took me to his house in New York. It was amazing but it never compared to my small suburban house. I missed Detroit so much. Well I mostly just miss my mother. But I guess this'll have to do.

~Present Day~

Ever since that day my uncle has taught me everything I needed to know about the drug business. After a while he made me his prodigy and started making hella cash. When I got to that boss level that's when he made co-leader. After he retires the Saints is all mine. I'm  glad I have somebody that has faith in me. My thought were interrupted by a knock on my door:

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

Dammit I thought. I lost count. "Come in" I said in an aggravated tone. One of my employees walked in with cuts and bruises. Shit! I wasn't phased or nothing it's just that now I gotta listen to some sob story about my money being gone. This better be good. I sat back in my seat and gestured for him to sit down. He hesitated then took a seat. "J I'm sorry but these people jacked me for the money and the drugs by time I pulled out my glock they were already gone" he said. I tapped fingers on the desk. "Bitch where my money and drugs?" I asked him unphased by what he said. "I told you they jacked the drugs" he said a little TOO loudly. "Lower your fucking tone when you taking to me lil nigga. Okay? Good. So what's your name nigga." I said getting annoyed by his presence. "Trey" he said while leaning back in the chair like a boss. Wasn't he just crying like a bitch.
Listen "Trey" I don't believe any of this shit that you're telling me. You obviously have my money and it hurts my pockets to see some money go away. So let's cut to the point. I know you have my money. You wanna know how I know? Of course you do. You said they jacked you you never said they cut or beat you. You obviously did that shit yourself. By the way you did a HORRIBLE job. Aaaanyways I don't have time for this shit sooooo locate my money or imma locate you family and shoot them down MYSELF. Understand?" I said calmly. "Trey" slowly nodded her. "Get the fuck out my office" I said while pointing to the door. He got up so quick that he fell on his face and crawled out the door. I laughed in my head because I never laugh out loud. It shows weakness that's why I never cry. Some people might say I'm a tough cookie but I think of myself more like a.........shield. My phone rang and it was my Uncle Rocko he never calls me at work so this has to be an emergency. I answered the phone "Sup? Unc" I said concerned. "Can you pick up some milk on your way home?" he said while laughing. The fuck. "Nigga why the fuck you calling me at work for some damn milk" I said laughing with him. "I just playing lil nigga I was just calling to tell you that my god daughter is staying with us for a now since her mother passed away so I want you show her around and be a gentleman......whatever the fuck that is" he said in one breath yet nonchalantly. "Nigga that's yo god daughter so that's yo responsibility" I said. "Nah nigga imma be in Cabo for a year handling some business overseas so you gotta watch her". I sighed and rubbed my temple. It's something K do when I'm frustrated. "Okay when she coming" I said obviously annoyed. "Next week I'll text you the airport she at. Deuces lil G" after that he hung up. Shit! Now my ass gotta play baby-sitter. I don't even know what this chick look like or what her name is or how old she is. Maaannnn Rocko got me fucked up.