"... and that's bout 7- MENA!" He yelled.
I rolled my eyes and looked up from my phone. All Eyes were on me but I really didn't give of Fuck.
This meeting was full of shit if you ask me ... For tha last past hours we been going ova tha same shyt, step-by-step.
"Are you even paying attention!?" Greg said.
Greg was the son of ,Jason Statham, a drug lord from Arkansas. He controlled most of East coast but every since, he got ill, he been sending his punk ass son to handle moves for him.
Greg wasn't built for no drug dealer, if you ask me, tha nigga was slimy motherfucca and couldn't even keep his own personal issues under controlled. He was just a waste of time, making his own Father look bad ...
Tha only reason I decided to sit down with this fool was for my benefits. I wanted to run tha world and didn't mind stepping over other people's toes to get it ...
"Hell nahh!" I snickered as he glared at me.
"And why is that!?"
"Tha voo-doo shyt you talking bout is a waste of time"
"Well enlighten us on yo plan because I haven't seen you do or say nun jackass" he sat back in his chair.
"Ok" I shrugged, getting out up out of my seat.
"First hittin tha Asians from Toyokawa, its one of tha most weakest part of the state jackass" I told em'.
"Exactly!" He shouted. "If we hit th--
"THEN OUR ASSES DEAD!" I shouted back. " You think they that stupid huh!? That city like pack with guards which means we'll be outnumbered which means WE'RE FUCK'D"
"Then what you expect us to hit boss" Alvin said.
"I say we hit Nagoya" I pointed to it on tha map that was displayed on tha screen.
"You got be fucking joking right now!?" He chuckled. "Do you know that's tha most guarded territory, You smoking dick if you think thats gone slide through"
"SHUT YO ASS UP ... now its tha right solution, I mean think bout it no one would expect it especially there asses since its well- protected area so thats when WE swipe they ass ya digg" I stared at him then winked.
Everyone started looking into space, thinking bout tha plan before agreeing.
Plan succeeded.
"Are Yall Really SERIOUS!?" He stood abruptly from his chair. " You asking us to s--
"I'm not asking you for shyt" I told him. "I'm telling you so either you get with tha program or there's tha door"
He huffed but sat back in his chair.
Case Dismissed.
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I hopped out of my Ford Mustang and jogged up the steps into the Malkia Nguvu's Hotel (Queen's Power in Swahili).
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