Understanding The Game (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter Two

• You been plotting nigga wasn't you ? •

Chapter Two✨

"Shit." Demetrius mumbled while rubbing the back his head. "Shit wasn't supposed to be like this."

"Well it's either we take his shit and kill his ass or be killed by Boss. Either way, we gone' be in a shitty situation. You pick." Don said to him and shrugged his shoulders. He didn't really give a fuck about Demetrius killing his own blood brother, he just wanted the money.

"This my fucking blood. I'm already on thin ice nigga." Demetrius sighed and rubbed his face then rubbed his temples. "You know how Cash is about his money."

"No disrespect. But I don't give a fuck about your brother or this lil brotherly love shit y'all got going on. It's either his life or our lives. Choose one." Don shrugged and sat back in his chair watching Demetrius think.

"Shit...Lets do it." Demetrius mumbled and shrugged. He couldn't believe that he was about to kill his blood brother over some fucking money, but the world was a fucked up place. Cash had to die someday.

"Now that's what I'm talking bout youngin' . Let's do this shit." Don smiled and gave Demetrius a dap.

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Cash sat back in his chair as he cleaned his fingerprints off of his gun.  He looked over at Benji who was busy getting his dick sucked on one of his office sofas. Cash sucked his teeth covered his eyes with one hand.

"Man, hurry that shit up....We got shit to do." He told them while placing his gun inside of one of his desk drawers.

Benji but his lower lip watching the red bone swallow his dick whole. He gripped onto her hair, pulling her up. "Aight ma..." he said mushing her off of him.

She wiped his residue off of her face with the back of her hand and pouted. "You gone call me ?" She asked, standing from her knees. She continued  to keep her eyes on him while she got her things.

He zipped up his jeans and shrugged with a chuckled. "Yeah, all that good shit."

She made her way out of Cash's office and closed the door behind her.

"Fuck was her name anyway ?" Cash asked him and he shrugged.

"Teyana...Tatiana....Tariana....Shit I don't know...It starts with a T, I think.." he mumbled while pulling out his phone from his back pocket.

Cash shook his head and stood up from his roll-around chair. "Glad you didn't fuck her in here... Gone' have my whole office smelling like a Crab shack or some shit...."

Benji stood up from the small sofa and pulled up his grey Nike sweats. "Fuck you." He chuckled and stretched.

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"I think you fucking with me...." Cash leaned back in the chair as he sat across Richie .

Richie sat as his desk with his hands clasped together as his Cuban cigar dangled between his lips. Richie leaned closed and squinted his eyes at Cash. "I'm not with the games man...I'm just trying handle my business."