Passion for a Thug

Chapter 4: "I know you pregnant!"

 Kaiden aka Killa

1 week later.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN MONEY IS MISSING?" I yelled banging on the table.

"Killa I don't know what happened, I mean just the other day all the money was there and now it's all gone,"

"Nigga, do you think I care about just the other day, Huh, this is your money that you get paid with as well so you better find the shit, because some people is 'bout to die in this bitch, now leave."

I watched him hurriedly leave in fear.

"Shit, shit!" I banged my fist once again on the table.

I walked to the controls room to see how they were getting on.

"Ok so Joe what have you found yet?" I asked calmly.

"S-sir right now we haven't found anything yet."

"Joe my trigger finger is itching right now, I paid you to look over the security cameras and three security men have died over you, I haven't killed you yet because your father and my father were close friends, I'm letting you redeem yourself by tracking the person who sent that threatening message to my phone but all you've told me is that the phone is not a disposable phone!"

"Killa man i'm trying-" I cut him off.

"Well I don't want you to try, I want you to give me one thousand and ten fucking percent, Joe me and your were never that tight but Joe don't try and play me because best be sure the game will be switched on your ass in seconds, I'm giving you five day from now to figure out who sent me that message or else the trigger will have to be pulled, they don't call me Killa for nothing!"

"Four days Joe, Four days!" I said as I left.

I left the traphouse and got into my car, I had to go pick up Layla and Lil then visit Tyrek.

I'm too fucking stressed man.

Lily aka Lil

Me and Layla were outside waiting on the fool to come to pick us up.

It's like since the hospital day i've been itching to see his face again. 

After 15 minutes he pulled up.

We got in the car at the back.

He didn't say anything and neither did we, it was such an akward silence.

He started the car and off we went.

"Nigga why so fucking stressed, you look like your pregnant or something?" Lalya asked.

I nudged her. 

Could she not compare him to anything else?

"How you know how a person pregnant looks like, you pregnant?" He replied.

"N-no just saying, plus my auntie was pregnant one time and she looked reaaaaaal stressed like a dinosaur or some shit!" she tried to lie.

He laughed.

His laugh is sooo sexy, but then again so is every thing else about him.