Kya was definitely in for a surprise tonight. Shit so was I. I didn't know where I Was Finna take her. When she told me she ain't really have nothing to wear I was taken aback by it. She kept it a buck with me and she didn't have to. Instead of me picking her up at 7, I'd pick her up at 5 to go grab something. If she wanted to she could slide back to her house and get ready or just slide with me to my condo. I knew my moms would be there and she would sure have questions but I would handle those another time. I was on my way to where Von needed me At and it would be a minute before I got there. Lud Foe Ambitions of a rider came on and I turned it all the way up. I needed to get in mode and this song would put me there. Hoppin on the eway going to the western suburbs I was Doin 85mph all the way until it was time for me to get off. For some reason the eway was clear which it usually isn't at this time of day but that wasn't my problem. As I turned down the street that we had one of the traps on I turned my radio off. I thought about pulling into the driveway but then thought against it. Whatever we needed to handle inside the trap I didn't want my car at the scene. I decided to park 4 houses down. Killing the engine and hopping out I put my hood over my head. I had tucked my 9mm in the back of my Levi's before I got out the car just in case a nigga wanted to jump tough. I had an itchy trigger finger and niggas knew not to try me.
"Outside" was all I sent Von when I was walking up. Within an instant the door opened. We never allowed heavy traffic at any of our traps and this was for a reason. This was our main trap so it did bigger numbers than the others, we also did more shit here. When I walked in I dapped Von and nodded to the lil niggas in the living room counting money. Although they was older than me and Von by at least 5 years them niggas was lil. I needed niggas on my team that wouldn't mind catching a case, and for the right price they didn't. This was all a game and they were pawns.
Nobody that we worked with or worked with us knew mines or Vons real name. We liked it this way, because then if niggas wanted to play police games they'd be going after a ghost.
My street name was Trigga, self explanatory to some and to others well I had to show them better than I could tell them. Following Von through the house and towards the basement I heard some broad say my name. This wasnt a hoe House but I knew the lil niggas would bring bitches in here if they witnessed something or they needed them to do something. I never condoned any niggas violating no bitch, that just go against what I believe in. She called my name again and it snapped me back to reality.
"Who the fuck is this Steady saying my name" I asked Von before he turned to the stairs to go to the basement.
"I don't know. Probably that bitch that was with this nigga we got downstairs"
I looked at Von kinda confused. We only brought niggas to this basement if we was Finna kill his hoe ass. But I knew for sure Von would be able to handle shit like that. We were complete opposites when it came to killing a mfer. I liked to get the shit over with, with as little blood shed as possible. Von on the other hand liked to torture a mfer, blood everywhere. I was still confused as to how this bitch knew my name but on the other hand what mfer didn't know me and Von. We ran the streets of Chicago. We had guns, drugs, money, bitches whatever you name it. Making my way downstairs I was stopped by a strong smell of death. Von looked up at me.
"Yeah, It smell foul as hell down here"
"You Don't fucking Say nigga. It smell like death" I had a weak stomach and I really didn't wanna keep going down those stairs. But I had to and I wasn't no pussy. Inhaling then exhaling I kept walking down the stairs. My eyes started to burn and Von started to cough. It fucking reeked down here, and I'm glad I closed the door behind me. I was shocked at what I saw when I approached the last step. I was sure my eyes were deceiving me. I was sure the body, the face, the eyes that were looking at me weren't who I thought they were. Von starred at me as I starred at the man in front of me in disbelief. Without a second thought, I grabbed my gun, took the safety off, and cocked it.
Pow!
"Clean this shit up and get rid of that niggas body" was all I said as I walked back upstairs.
I made my way to the room where the broad from earlier was calling my name. The door was slightly ajar so that's probably how she seen my face. I walked in and Again was in pure disbelief of who looked back at me. I could see in her eyes she was crying for help. But I wasnt offering help to this bitch if my life depended on it. I took my gun back out. It wasn't on safety so I just cocked it.
Pow!
"Clean this shit up and get rid of this bitch body too"
I was out the front door before anybody could protest. I jogged back to my car not regretting the choice that I'd made. It needed to be done and I appreciated Von for letting me handle it. He wasn't just my homie, he was my brother.
Sitting in my car for a minute to cool off my mind started going crazy. The thought of Kya calmed me so I texted her.
"Lil shorty" was all I said.
I wanted to talk to her to get back in my right mind. She wasn't responding. It was the middle of the day almost so I wasn't sure what she was doing. I would just go home and see her at 5.
