Streets Talk

Chapter 4

"Shit man Los ass was supposed to be back a hour ago." Mont said leaning up against my car lighting his blunt.
One of my workers were supposed to be here at 3 and here it was 4:15 and he still haven't made it back with our shipment from Cancun.
Last week me and Mont met up with our new connect since we had to drop our last one Rahul due to a bad batch and had all of the east side overdosing.
After me and mont left Cancun, me and our new connect Hector Santana had somebody from my crew and somebody from his crew meet each other half way with the new shipment.
I hope this nigga Los ain't get caught slipping man cuz this wasn't even somebody I recruited. THIS was all monts doings.
"IDK man, all I'm saying is if God forbid he got caught; then nigga, THIS one on you"
I told that nigga as I got back in my car to pull off and go check on the other traps we had over on the east.
I was getting very frustrated because this nigga mont just been acting dumb. Yeah it's both our operation and we started this thing together but damn nigga think. Why would u have a runner all of a sudden go pick up 32 bricks from the connect we have yet to do official business with.
This nigga wasn't thinking at all.
I pull up to one of my main traps. THIS one was my money maker. It seem like the niggas in this house were the only ones that had their shit together and meant business before anything.
"Wassup Mike" My lil NIGGA money said over in the corner counting the money for the re up.
"Shit tell me something good my NIGGA" I say, dappin him up.
Money was a real Nigga. A real live shooter. His life was something like Monts, you know, daddy killed mother on drugs, left to fend for himself. Except he didn't have a family to welcome him into their home. He slept on the streets. I think that was why me and him were so close. He was just like mont. I met him about 3 years ago, lil nigga was robbing people coming out of McDonald's for their money and food. I followed him and watched as he went into an abandoned house on 5th street. EVER since then he's been in charge of my main trap house.
"We need some more of that boi " money replied talkin bout 'heroine'
You see, THIS is why this was our main trap. Cuz these nigga over here could sell anything. We had coke , boi, ex pills, whatever you name; WE HAD IT.
After i told money I would get him together I made my way down there hall where my nigga Fred was. Fred was kinda like our technician. He watched all the cameras we had that had in the other traps. He also could track anybody's phone.
"Wassup MA nigga; I need you to track this number down and see where his Ass is at"
"What's the Number" Fred said as I gave him Los Number.
I was kinda ticked off cuz mont still ain't called me to say if Los got wit him or not.
After I waited on Fred to track Los phone, it told he was just where I left from.
I called Mont immediately to see if he was still there and he confirmed Los just had pulled up with our shipment talkin about he got lost and he had to take a detour. But I wasn't believing NOT word of this.
I was on my way to get to the bottom of this ASAP‼️