Pure Dope

Let Me Find Out - Chapter 3

Mone POV

Pulling up to my trap, I grabbed my pistol from up under my seat of my car. You could never be too careful walking into your own shit. I get out the car and walk up to the apartment building and go and knock on the door. I do the three knocks it takes to get into the apartment.

"Who is it" I heard my nigga Victor yell through the door.

"Nigga open up the fucking door, before I blow yo damn head off through this mf. He opened the door and let me in.

"Oh my bad G, I aint know it was you".

"Yea next time you don't let me into my own shit ima fuck you up Vic, that aint no threat that's a promise nigga!" I told him.

"What the fuck going on in here, anyways" I asked looking around. I seen niggas sitting around with bitches, smoking and blasting music. Like shit did not need to be done. These niggas has lost they minds. Fucking up the churches money, Well in my case fucking up my mf money!

"If yall don't get these hoes out my shit in the next 2.5 secs ima start putting caps in asses. And not giving a shit that Im doing it". I said pulling my gun out from my waist band.

Bitches started gathering all their things and begin to scatter like roaches running out the apartment.

"I don't know what the fuck yall thought this was. This is a business, my business to be exact". I don't fuck around when it comes to my shit! "And Rico you know better my nigga, you in charge of all these mf, you suppose to be watching and keeping track of what these mf be doing". Them broads probably don't even have they own pots to piss in but these niggas was chilling with these hoes.

Rico was my right hand man. He been my A1 nigga since day one. We grew up and went to the same school together. I cant say that we lived around each other. Because pops made sure me and mom dukes stayed out of they way. That was til he started showing me the ropes of things.

Rico is what I would call the "ladies man". I guess the hoes gravitated to him because he was a dread head. My nigga was a cocky mf, with brown skin. So him getting hoes wasn't shit. At the rate he was moving he was going be workin on babymama number three.

Every time I looked up my nigga had a different bitch in his face or lap. He was 23 years old with two kids and two different crazy ass babymamas. Keep trying to tell me nigga to slow down and quit busting nuts in these females. Shit, all they asses is fertile if you ask me. Unlike me on the other hand I aint have time for these hoes. Its too much money out here in these streets that needed to be made

Walking off into one of the back bedrooms of the apartment, that I had turned into my office. I kneeled down to go into the floor board under my desk. Thats where I kept my safe. I started pulling out stacks of cash and placing it on top of the desk. I took my money counter out as well.

I had to count this shit and make sure it all was adding up. I knew I had a new shipment being shipped into town in a few days I had to have my shit in order. Because the last thing I needed was to fuck this up.

While placing the money onto the counter, it was a knock at the door.

"who is it" I asked.

"its me nigga" Rico yelled through the door.

"Oh, come in its open" I told him.

He came in and sat down on the couch that I have in here. "Whats up my nigga?"

"Shit, you know them E.C niggas trying to take over our set?" He asked me.

"Nah, when you hear about this?"

"That's jus word on the street, you know I always keep my ear to them". He said

"Oh ok, good looking out. Ima be looking into that shit like ASAP Rocky, first thing on my agenda when I get up".

He got up giving me dap and a brotherly hug.

"Aight' its on nigga, im bout to finish up in here, then call it a night and head home".

"Ok, you aint got shit to worry bout ima hold it down here before I head home my self, ima have D'Boy, Vic, and Ace,, get that order together so we can have them broads package it up for us". He said before leaving out the door and shutting it close behind him

Pulling the money off the counter and putting it back on to recount it. My shit wasnt adding up. I was missing almost 300,000 dollars. Either somebody pinching off my shit and stealing or these niggas don't know what they doing, I think Im gone to go with idea number one. Somebody dipping and and dabbling in some shit that aint theirs. The consequence of stealing my shit is... when they do it, they gone draw back some mf nubs. They gone learn not to fuck with me.

I placed everything back into my safe and closed and locked it back. I pulled out my personal stash of weed out the drawer of my desk and a shell. I then begin to roll up. I need to relieve some stress. After I got done I pulled out my phone and seen that it was two forty five. Time for me to head out this bitch. I got up and left out of my office, making sure that I locked it up. Walking back into the front I told them niggas that I was out and would catch they asses later.

I left out jumping into my charger to head home. A nigga was high and tired as hell. Thinking all the way home, I thought about how I couldn't wait to take shawty out that I met tonight at the gas station. Couldn't wait to grab ahold of that ass tho, like damn. Ima call shawty up in the morning to see if she wants to hangout and start our day off wit breakfast. Once I got home all I could think about was falling face first into my big ass California king size bed. And I did just that, after I stripped out of my clothes to jus my boxers. Once my head hit the pillow it was a wrap!

Hey yall what yall think?

* Uh oh, They got in trouble at the trap

*Mone missing money and stuff

*Mone wants to hang with Wynter

Well another chapter couldn't leave yall hanging

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