Streets Talk

Chapter 21

"Where The Fuck My Money at Los" my voice roared thru the basement of the west side trap. I didn't care how load I was. THIS shit was sound proof anyways.
This nigga had it coming for sometime now. First when he came up missing for over a hour with our shipment. Now money been coming up missing. At first I thought maybe he didn't have anything to do with Monts plan to take me out. But all that don't even matter cuz this nigga was a dead man as of today. He a snake and ion fuck wit snakes.
"Ion know man" he said as he looked up to My with pleading eyes. He was scared shitless, hell, he should be. He fucked with one of the things ion play about. MY MONEY! I had to Off this nigga
I walked up closer and smacked him with the butt end of the gun. He groaned in pain as I heard the sound of his jaw bone crack. He put his head down In pain. He couldn't hold his face because his hand were missing from his body.
I'd be sure to send them to his moms along with a nice black dress and a couple stacks for the funeral.
He wanted to have sticky fuckin fingers and steal, so he didn't deserve Hands.
"TRY again Nigga" I barked as I stood over him with a killer mug over my face. He was wasting time and I didn't have that to waste.
I just wanted the nigga to admit it. He was gone be in the dirt either way it went though. He could get down on his knees and beg me but his ass still wouldn't make it out those doors to see the outside world again.
That was it for him.
"Man I ain't got it" he whined once again and I shook my head and I got all in his face. He was lying to in my face like I didn't have this place decked out wit security. I got eyes everywhere, niggas fail to realize that. I always know shit, whether you know it or not. Even when I don't know Shit, it's bound to get back to me
"SO let me lay this on ya, how the fuck I leave the trap around 10 last night and leave you here to wrap things up and lock up for me. Then I get a call this morning out my sleep, from a nigga telling me 30 grand was missing from the safe. How is that Los? YOU was the last nigga here, that shit ain't just up and walk outta here by itself. I swear to God imma put a bullet in yo Throat if you don't tell me where my money at" I fired at him. MY patience was getting real thin with this nigga. I had a feeling it wasn't gonna give it up. Sad thing is, he ain't even gone be able to spend it. That shit gone be used for his funeral instead.
"Man i ain't got it" he said again, and just like that my gun went upside his hand and that same familiar crack was heard around the room. Blood dropped from his handless arms and his mouth as well. THIS nigga started to smell foul as fuck so I decided to speed up to process.
"I know you got it, I seen the tape. Now I'm gone ask you one more time. Where the fuck is my money?" I said as I paced the floor and looked at him
"It's gone" he mumbled, barley able to make out what he said because the lack of teeth, but I heard enough.
I shook my head as I took my gun off safety.
"YOU spend my shit"
He nodded his head the best way he could as he whined like a bitch. Blood leaked from numerous places on his face, but I could care less. I sent two blows to his face, turning both of his eyes black and blue. The white part in his eye turned read as a blue vessel burst. He was gonna experience hell on earth before he got the real thing.
I turned and face all my niggas as the stood around watching the whole thing. " see this is what happens to NIGGA that steal from me and don't appreciate what he already got. Don't ever try to fuck me over or steal from me cuz I swear to God yo moms gone wish she swallowed ya ass" I turned back around to see Chris eyes closing up. But I left off a shot in one of the walls to wake his ass up. It did the job, because his eyes woke up and I noticed water dripping from his legs. I frowned as I looked at the yellow liquid dripping on the floor mixed with blood. I frowned at this NIGGA, he was so scared his pissed hisself. I moved back and looked at him in disgust. I couldn't believe this foul ass NIGGA.
"Yo you FUCKIN nasty as hell, open yo mouth" I decided to just go head and kill this NIGGA
"PLEASE don't kill me, I got a son on the way " he said as his winced in pain. I knew his jaw was hurting as he tried to talk. I saw water form in his eyes along with blood. Niggas always wanna cry when it's time to die.
"NIGGA fuck yo son, you wasn't thinking bout yo son when you decided to steal my shit. So don't think about him now. He don't need a pussy for a dad anyways. Now open ya damn mouth."
I shoved the gun down his Throat without getting to close to this NIGGA. " I hope my money was worth it" I yelled as I let off 4 rounds inside his Throat without any remorse or second thoughts. I shook my head then headed for the stairs.
I stopped before opening the door and looked beside me at Jay. Jay was head of the clean up crew, he showed his loyalty to me way too many times, that was a lot for me. Ion put my trust into too many niggas. All these niggas ain't really with you.
"Jay clean this shit up spotless"