My Hustle and Lover: COMPLETED ✅

Chapter 27

August POV

Sitting behind my desk checking da books like I use to do back when MellyB is here. I really don't trust or feel like nobody could do dis job better than me.

"Hold da fuck up" I mumble to myself.

I recounted the money and check to books again.

We got at least ten G's missin'.

I sighed to myself as I laid back in my chair. I knew shit like dis was gonna start happenin'. Niggas think cuz my brudah gone they can just do what da fuck they want like it aint no mother fuckin' order in dis bitch.

Most of the niggas dat work for me now where Mel workers , I could tell that had I problem with me taking over since I am da youngest outta everybody. Most prolly think dis spot was suppose to be their's. They wanna play me like I'm some weak ass nigga Imma show them nigga why I'm in dis position.

Standing up from my chair I grabbed my gun that was sitting on top of my desk making my way out my office and down the steps.

I ran into my niggas Breeze and Cj on da way. They didn't say nun they just followed behind me. Once we made it downstairs. I saw these niggas chilling like it ain't fuckin' work to be done. Laughin' , smokin' , watchin' tv like they at home.

Then I seen Shoota , he use to be Mel right hand man , sitting on the couch. This nigga ain't been around since Mel died so fuck he doing here.

"Aye Shoota Wussup man ?" I said

Throwing my hands in the air , making sure everybody seen the gun in my hand. I guess once they notice , their voices started to get lower.

"Look at da lul Yungin'. You got yo big boy pants on now dat MellyB gone."

Shoota stood up making his way over to me with dis smirk on his face. Mine stayed blank.

"What's wrong Youngin' ? You don't look happy to see me." He laughed.

By now da room was quiet.

"Where you been Shoota ?"

"I had to handle some business but I'm back now."

"What business ?"

He took a step back lookin' me up and back again letting out a chuckle before he started lookin' around da room.

"You playin' right ? Come on Yungin' quit playin"

"What business Shoota ?"

"Personal business"

"Ain't shit personal round here nigga you should know dat by now. So Imma ask you again what business ?"

"Fuck outta here man. You ain't yo bro and you damn sure ain't nobody daddy in dis bitch." Shoota said.

As he turned his back to me before he could take a step I snapped.

Shooting him in his shoulder shoving him down to the floor with my glock resting on his forehead.

"What you say nigga ? Say it again ! Say it again !"

I stared in his eyes he stared back at me.

"Let me find out yo ass doing some sneaky shit Shoota Imma gut you and yo bitch make yo motha fuckin' kids orphans."

I lifted up off him lookin' around da room.

"Dat goes for all yall mothafuckas ! Think Imma fuckin' game yall niggas are disposable remember dat !"

I bent down back to Shoota grippin' da back of his head. He was holding his shoulder as his blood dripped on my floor.

"You right I ain't my brudah. He gave a fuck ah bout you I don't. "