Aubrey
I knocked on the back of Theodore's gas station door and waited on somebody to unlock the door. I hate coming around here sometimes but I gotta drop off this money and re-up. Every time I come around here, his minions are always watching me as if they're ready to kill me at a moment's notice. They've all seen me around here plenty of times before in the past month but I guess they're just doing their job. It just makes me uncomfortable to have this many people watching me.
"Nervous about something?" A deep voice spoke behind me.
I slightly turned around and saw Donny walking up behind me. Something about this nigga was of to me too. He looked familiar but I just couldn't put my finger on where I knew him but I definitely know him. I've come across him before. He's probably one of the lame niggas that couldn't hang in California and came out here to start over and get his career started. He looks weak as fuck with these gelled down Nipsey Hussle pigtails.
"Nah, I'm cool fam."
He chuckled as he pushed past me so he could unlock the door. "You sure? You look a little nervous, like you hiding something."
"I said I'm good."
He stood in front of the door so I couldn't get in as he folded his arms across his chest. He looked down on me, just starring at me so I looked right in his eyes. He was a lot taller than me but I wasn't going to back down especially to a goofy nigga like him.
"You tryna get smart with me?"
I sucked my teeth. "Nah, I'm not tryna get smart with you. I'm just tryna do my job and drop this money off."
"I handle all monetary affairs, so you can give the money to me."
"Okay, that's good for you but I'd rather give it to Prince."
Donny smirked. "Nigga, I don't care about what you'd rather do. I said I handle monetary affairs so you gon' give me the money. We don't do that shit around here. We got a system that you need to abide by."
"I've been giving the money to Prince for the past month so I'm not gonna switch up. Now, move over so I can drop this shit off. I'm not looking for any problems right now."
"Yeah, I'mma move," he said as he stepped to the side and pushed the door open for me, "but just know I'm fucking your bitch every night and she loves it."
"That's good for you. You can have her."
I was walking away from him but he kept talking. Damn. What's wrong with this nigga? The conversation is over but it's like he always wants to have the last word. The thing he doesn't know is that I like to have the last word too.
"And you better not fuck with my cousins."
"Who might that be?" I asked, turning around, finally giving him the attention he's been craving for.
"Prince and Lindsey. I saw you looking at her last night. Don't fuck with them."
Cousins? Since when did they have a cousin named Donny? I've been around Theodore and his family most of my life and I've never heard him mention a cousin named Donny so I don't believe it. And besides me not believing this clown, I'm not afraid of him. All he is, is talk. He can fuck Jaz as much as he wants because I don't want her; she's old news and nothing I want to be stuck on. I want to be her friend but I'm more into Lindsey right now. Jaz changed.
"Don't worry about me and what I'm doing. If I want Lindsey, I could have her. And with a snap of my fingers, I could take my leftovers from you too. You're fucking with the wrong one Donny."
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All or Nothing (Urban) Book 9 | The Sideline Series
General FictionAfter inheriting every last dime from his wealthy Grandfather, Theodore Reed has a lot to handle at such a young age. He's picked up and moved his family out to Atlanta so he can start his career as the Prince of the South and raise his daughter in...