TRUST

Chapter 1

A a l e y a h

"Boss! Boss!"

I turned around and saw Geno running in here like he was running from the FBI.

"What?"

"Your brother is here, he wants to see you," Geno said.

"Well let him the fuck in," I said glaring at him. Before he could open my door, my brother rushed in pushing Geno out of the way. He came to my desk as if he was a bull seeing red.

"So now you got niggas letting me in? I'm your fucking brother Aaleyah!" He screamed as his hand slammed my desk. I looked at him unmoved.

"Ok..." I said getting agitated. "Anyways, what the fuck do you want?"

"My fucking cut of the money, from the drugs I bought in. Don't forget I'm the one who held shit down for us while you were in jail." That comment there made me mad. I stood up, looking at him in the eyes.

"You are never to speak of that fucking shit ever!" He looked at me defeated, backing up. "And you don't forget before I got out of prison, everyone of your so called "friends", were turning on you, because of the hood stared to go hungry because of the lack of shipments." I said eyeing him like he had three heads.

His nose flared up. I knew he was furious, but I didn't give no fucks. He crossed the damn line.

"Whatever Aaleyah, just pay me my fucking cut before I shut this whole fucking operation down. I'm still your brother." As much as I hated to admit he was my brother, but I still love him.

I pulled my duffle bag from under my desk, dropping over 80gs next to him. He smiled licking his lips.

"Now that's more like it." He picked up the money with 10gs, each wrapped around in a band.

"80,000," he trailed off then stopped and dropped all of the money, turning around fast, running out of the trap house. I instantly ran behind him knowing he did something stupid. As we ran outside, his car door was wide open, so was his duffle bag.

"Fuck!" He screamed. Kicking the car door. I soon realize what was going on, on the left over coke, which was only 10 grand worth missing.

"How the fuck could you be so fucking stupid yo" I said pushing him. He put his head in his hands and looked down.

"I thought I locked my fucking car door."

"Why would you bring it in your car. Why the fuck didn't you just leave it home."

I stomped off, realizing how stupid my fucking brother is.

"Listen up everybody! Find me the fucker that took my brothers shit! And once you do, bring his ass to me." I walk back in to my office, and made a couple of phone calls.

How was this so far?
- Nai and Phat