In His Hood.

Chapter Sixteen - Running Away.

- Four Days Later -

Avery's P.O.V

"So your the reason money keeps coming up missing?" Jordan questioned one of our best workers as he sat down tied up in our downstairs basement at the trap.

"Why wasn't y'all keeping an' eye on these lil niggas?" I questioned as my blood began to boil.

There was one thing I'd always disliked, an' that was anyone who fucking stole from my ass.

My whole life all I've ever known was killing motherfuckers that crossed me an' selling drugs. An' that's why when I met Zuri I enjoyed her - She was the only one besides Mama that could turn me into someone that cared.

I was a killer an' enjoyed every moment of it, I was never the one to be crossed no matter what.

I ran shit in this trap so if a nigga stole from me he must know what's gone happen next.

"Man." Jordan shook his head. "All we been doing lately was keeping shit around this bitch in order - It's yo' ass that been gone for months."

"So fucking what J!" He knew I had shit to handle. "No one should be able to even smell my fucking money! - Get the fuck out." I dismissed the entire crew.

I was tired of having to always fucking clean up after these niggas messes - Especially Jordan. I'd always leave his ass in charge but lately it seemed as though I'd been making a big mistake.

Brushing all those thoughts to the side I then focused my attention towards Drew - The lil' nigga that decided on stealing from me.

"You know you done fucked up right?"

He shook his head is disappointment.

"I'm sorry." He cried out. "I made a mistak--"

"Two hundred thousand dollars ain't no fucking mistake." I yelled into his face. "My nigga, I trusted yo' ass - What happened?"

"Av--"

I was becoming more an' more fed up by the second.

Before he could even begin to beg for his life I pulled out my gun hitting him in the chest.

"Next time don't fuck with me." I whispered to his lifeless body.

I never liked when they begged - If you bad enough to take my shit then be bad enough to take a bullet in the head or chest.

Making it out of the basement an' towards the office I quickly stopped noticing Jordan smoking a blunt out on the balcony.

"Nigga what happened?" I questioned as he took a long pull from the blunt.

"You wasn't here." He blurted out. "Nigga we needed you but instead you decided on playing married to some fucking hoe!"

I took out my gun placing it to his head.

"Call her a hoe one more time my nigga."

I listened as a light chuckle left his lips

"You really gone kill me?" He questioned. "Me? Your brother?"

"Fuck you." I spat out.

Jordan an' I were boys since elementary school an' he knew I never played with that disrespect shit. 

"The fuck is your problem Ave? Ever since you met this girl it's been fuck us."