Hundreds On Dat A$$

Chapter Seven

Mr Hundreds (King) POV

I was sitting in my office at the trap, with a blunt in between my lips, counting stacks of money. Me and my team just made a clean ass drop and I was counting my part of the profit. I heard the door open and my right hand, Tone, stepped in dropping a black duffle bag next to my desk.

"Profits from the north side." He confirmed and I began to smile.

This long money life was always what I wanted. I didn't care how I was getting it as long as I had it. Running a few clubs, car shops, and opening up a new retail store, plus hustling on the side, you already know my money was more than right.

The thing that these niggas be fucking up with is making too much noise. Even though I got money I can wipe my ass with, I don't make that too known. I own a luxurious house, but it's not nothing over the top like some big ass mansion.

I know that the Feds already consider a black man to be doing some illegal shit and even though I got a lot of clean money running through my businesses, let one wrong thing go on with the hustling and all that shit is shut down too.

This shit goes hand and hand and you have to be a smart nigga to know how to balance it all. That's why my shit runs through smoothly. My name is respected in the street and well known in the business industries. Success was all I hoped for and I got that and some.

"Bruh what you doing this weekend." Tone asked me. I looked him as he too pulled out stacks of money out of the duffel bag, and put it through the money counter.

"I don't know man. Prolly chill, roll up-"

"And fuck some bitches." He finished with me. I let out a hearty laugh cause this nigga got on my nerves.

"Nigga you say that shit every week I already know the speech." He chuckled. "But nah for real. My aunt throwing this cookout, you minds well slide." He said putting another stack through the counter.

" I don't know man, I'll let you know." I said putting the roach of the blunt in the ashtray to my right. I blew the last of the smoke out after holding for a good ten seconds.

"So what's up with little shawty from the club you be talking about." He asked with a smirk on his face as he finished counting up the bag of money.

"Mannn she mean as shit. She be acting like she don't want a nigga but I know she do." I chuckled out as he laughed.

"Damn my nigga getting rejected? That's a first." He laughed again. I mean mugged him.

"Nah nigga, I never said I got rejected. I'm just saying she playing hard to get right now." I corrected him while give him the side eye.

"Ard chill don't start crying bitch. I'm just fucking with you." He said laughing even harder.

I threw a stack of the money at his head shutting his ass up.

"You ain't getting this shit back either nigga." He said stuffing the stack into his pocket.

"Shut the fuck up and get out pussy." I barked at him. He done irritated me and started to get on my nerves. Always talking shit.

"I was leaving anyway with your crybaby ass. But aye let me know if you sliding this weekend." He said as he made his way for the door.

"Ard bruh one. " I said. He said it back and then left.

I leaned back in my chair and folded my hands together just thinking about nothing in particular when there was a knock on my door.

"Come in." My voice boomed throughout the room.