Vengeance

Reese

I can't believe I let my mom talk me into moving to fucking Dallas with a man I don't even know . She say the nigga that's supposed to be my father went to jail while I was 3 , I haven't known this nigga my whole 21 years except some bullshit ass letters and pictures this nigga sent me from jail.
She said he's supposed to be some Big Nigga with money in this city, and he can keep me out of trouble. So I guess I'll see what this bitch ass nigga about .

As I was walking out of the terminal from getting off of the plane I seen a white man holding a poster with my name on it and followed him to a Bentley outside of the airport.  "Damn , Deadbeat doin it this big?" I chuckled at my inside humor as I got into the car.

When I got inside of the car there was a man sitting there with a suit on and shades , he removed his shades and I'd be damn, this Nigga looked just like me. He was just bigger than me and you could tell he was in his early 30s .  I guess you can say that he can go for my big brother .

He was smoking on a cigar like he was a boss, he looked at me and smiled.

"Damn, you almost as handsome as me" He laughed .

I didn't speak back, I ain't friendly.

"I know you don't know me , but you're going to get to know me. I'm not here to try to tell you what to do or boss you around , I'm just doing your mom a favor by keeping you out of trouble and making sure you're not wanting for anything." He put out his cigar. " I'm not gonna make you call me pops , or dad you can call me Chop like everyone else. I got you a condo down town and here's the keys to my benz truck . You can have it." He reached in a duffle bag and gave me some keys as we pulled up in front of a tall building.

"You're on the 12th floor door 1205, take this" He handed me the duffel bag. " Go get you a couple of fits from the mall and get freshened up and call me around 8pm. My number is already saved." He handed me an iPhone 5 and I turned around and walked towards my condo.

Once I found my door number I walked inside, and it was playa then a mutha Fucka. It had a pool table , next to a fireplace with a 70 inch tv . I walked further into my new playa pad and got even more crunk when I saw how big it was . I started hitting the tootsie roll , " Hell Yeah. That nigga alright with me . This shit here too playa cuz."

I carried the duffel bag to the room and opened it to see 50 stacks of hundreds.

"Gah damn". I thought to myself. I was finna go the mall and get some super fly , but first I needed to go get a hair cut. I didn't know shit about this place so I called chop to get the address to wherever he went.

"Talk to me quick,don't talk to me slick!"
He answered.

"Yo dude , where am I supposed to get faded at?"

I asked getting straight to the point.

"Ima shoot you the address fam"

He said that with hanging up the phone .

I took a shower and threw on a true religion sweat suit with some white forces that was already sitting in the bathroom . It had the tags on it still so I figured they were for me.

After I got freshened up I hopped in the benz truck to head towards the barbershop. I felt so official , all I needed was a trim and a edge up .
My hair was thick and curly , them hoes loved playing in my shit back in cali , I know these Dallas hoes gone ride the dick for sho.

When I got to the place it was an apartment complex. I guess this nigga had a personal barber, "tf this dude think he is"! I thought to myself.

Even tho the dude was cutting out his kitchen , he was official. My Shit was lookin real neat. I paid him and headed out the door as I walked to my benz I saw a shorty walking out of the office of the apartments with a lot of papers and her hands.

The wind blew a little bit and some of her papers went with them. She looked funny and helpless running around trying to catch the papers so I decided to help her.

"Thank you so much " she smiled , panting, as I handed her 2 of the papers she couldn't hold.

"No problem shorty " I stared shorty down , she was bad as hell .

"What's your name shorty ?" I asked curious.

"Treasure ." She smiled .

" do you mind if I get your number Treasure? I mean I just moved out here from cali and I don't know my way around. It would be nice to have a friend to show me new things "

She giggled .

" I guess . But only because you're not from here ." She smiled " let me see your phone "

I handed her my phone and she put her number inside and gave it back to me and got inside of her car.

" im gonna text you later"

"Ok" she blushed.
She honked the horn while exiting and I hopped inside of my truck.

I had spent $3,000 buying all types of designer shit . I called Chop while I was leaving the mall.

"Yo what's up where you want to meet At?"

"I'm gonna send you the address to the club, pull up" he said.

He sent me the address and I pulled up to the club. When I got to the door the guards were trying to shake my hand and dap me up but I ignored them .

"Busta ass nigga." I heard one guard mumble ass I walked past his hand.

My attitude is so nonchalant, I don't give a fuck about shit but me. I'm not looking for no new friends or buddies I'm looking for money and where ever that's at that's where I'm going.

I found chops office at the back of the club and walked in on some bitch giving him head.

"Damn Lil Nigga you don't know how to knock?" He asked slightly disturbed . " Bitch go clean yourself up and get out there and serve some drinks" he told the girl slapping her on her ass as she walked out of the room.

"So what's up ? Why you want me to meet you at the club? I ain't finna be no pussy ass bust boy." I had to let his ass know , I wasn't working no peon jobs. Back home I wasn't and I damn sholl ain't working them here. I'll go back to robbing these pussies . I thought to myself.

" Say , chill my nigga. Let me say something be fore you start running them dick suckers , I had you meet me here because this is one of my spots that I do exchanges at. I can't be here and somewhere else so I need you to work this club and be in charge of the exchanges while I'm gone or whenever I can't make it. Got it?" He got up and headed out the room.

I just stood there like "wtf".
When I was leaving out the room some Mexican was walking in with a duffel bag , at the same time I received a text message.

"That's hector, he's one of my connects get the duffel bag from behind the desk and exchange bags with him . Take the kilos and stash them inside of the safe the code is 7-1-8-9-4.

-chop"

I grabbed the bag from hector and gave him the bag that was behind the desk. When he left I opened the safe it was nothing but stacks of hundreds, I started lining up the kilos until they filled up the safe .
When I got done I headed out to the club to fill out the atmosphere. I wasn't no club ass nigga. Back home you would never see me on the scene unless I was robbing yo ass. I'll bare face a nigga and have shoot outs until one of us die. I'm still living.

The club was bumpin I know x yo gotti. That hoe was jammin hoes was shakin their ass! Niggas was flexing, this club was tha shit!

I don't know this nigga chop, but I like how he living .

"I'll take his shit" I thought as I pictured myself having his legacy and being THAT nigga. I didn't know this nigga like that no way so I didn't mind knocking him off to be Rich. I just knew I couldn't do it too soon, I had to come up with a plan , a plan on how to kill my father.