Becoming A Boss

6 ~ Holy Sh*t

J.T.*
"Aye homie, what's good?" I tried to sound friendly as I talked to this snake on the phone.

"Nothin' bruh just chillin' taking my girl out to eat."

"Thats wassup. Aye, you know a shawty named Malayia? I remember I asked you before but you never answered?"

"Aw naw mane I don't know a Malayia," this nigga just lied to me.

"Aight bet," I hung up.

His lyin' ass think I don't know he got my girl. He wanna lie to me? Hell no. Shit finna get real.

"Yo bruh just wait til I catch that lying ass nigga," Trey sat in the passenger seat, his hands shakin.

Trey crazy as hell over his sister but so am I. When we find her I'm gonna make her my girlfriend. I'm gonna take her away from this place, we're gonna go somewhere safe.

"I feel ya." My grib on the steering wheel got tighter as I thought of  Kam putting his hands on Malayia. "Call Meeko and ask him to track Kam." 

~*~*~
We pulled up to the apartment complex Meeko told us Kam was at. We hopped out the car and jogged up the stairs to Kam's door, 38B.

Trey didn't even bother knocking, he just picked the lock. We walked in and saw Kam on the couch with Michelle.

Trey's POV

To be honest seeing my mom with Kam didn't surprise me. She's a snake, she'd do anything to get what she wants. What does she want from Kam? Access to Malayia.

Kam straight nasty for being with her. She's 45 years old...way too old to be with him. This shit make me wanna throw up. Nasty asses.

"Aye yo cougar!," I told me mom, " whea she at?"

"Oh my baby!" She smiled like she just noticed me. She got up with her arms stretched out like she was gonna hug me. I dogded that.

"Aye I ain't come for no hugs! Whea Malayia!"

"Why you wanna know?" Kam chimed in.

I lost it. I jumped at that nigga. I grabbed him by his neck and threw his ass like a doll. "Nigga! TELL ME WHEA SHE IS!!"

The nigga got froggy and jumped at me. I decked him before he could even swing on me. He played on the floor with blood flowing from his mouth.

I reached in his pocket and grabbed his phone.

"She ain here." J.T. came in from checking the rooms.

I grabbed Kam and we left. We put Kam in the trunk and left the place.

I scrolled through Kams phone and found an address that was titled for, "business".  I typed the address into the g.p.s.

10 p.m.

After four hours J.T. pulled up to the building.

"You think we gone need help?" I asked J. I was skeptic about going in with just us two.

"Mane I'm already on it," he held up his phone. He had sent the address to my pops and a couple of other people. "They on their way."

I nodded and stepped out the car. The building looked like and old abandoned building you see in movies. "Let's roll."

I grabbed my pistol from my side and held it, ready for something to pop off. I saw J.T. do the same as we opened the door. We walked into the building and no one was there. It was completely empty.

"Let's go fam. We can tort-"

While he was talking I heard crying. "Shh. You hear that??" I tried to listen harder. We ran towards the crying.

The room that the crying was coming from was locked. The door was solid steel, no picking that lock or kicking the door down. "Go see if that nigga got the key in his pockets."

A few minutes later J.T ran in with a key in his hand. He unlocked the door and we walked in.

Holy shit!

There was girls chained all around the room. They were some of every race. Most of the we dirty and beaten. Their clothes were basically rags and their hair was messes.  You could tell in their faces they were terrified. They all had tear stains on their cheeks. This nigga was trafficking girls!