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Chapter 2

M E R I Y A H

When I got to Anya's house I made sure she didn't see any bruises or anything. If she found out, then we would be dead for sure. But then again I would have someone helping me kill Daniel. Putting those thoughts aside, I killed the engine and hopped out the car.

I texted Anya to tell her to open the door. When I walked up to the door, she opened it with her Baretta in her hand.

"Why you got yo gun out like that?" I asked her. She just shrugged and walked into her house. I followed behind her. "What's up witchu?" She asked me. "Nothing, just tryna get the cartel right. Shit ain't been right." I told her. "Yeah, I seen that the other day. People been fvckin' round a little too much down there." She said. I hate it when people be playing with my money. I mean like the job is not hard or no type of shit. All you gotta do run it and make sure you don't get caught.

"I'm bout to go down there now." Anya said while standing up. "Aight, I'll meet ya down there." I told her. She went upstairs while I let myself out the house. When I got in the car, I noticed that I was running out of gas.

When I got to the gas station, I realized I had to walk in and pay since I didn't have my credit card on me. I don't trust people like that. Lookin' through my profile and stuff, oh no, that ain't gone work out too good. I went in and paid what I owed and walked out. I was looking down at my phone then I fell. "Oh my bad ma," I heard a deep voice say. I looked up to this tall fine ass nigga. Light skinned, brown hair, hazel eyes. Damn, he was so fine. "Next time watch where ya goin bruh." I told him. "Aye, it ain't my damn fault you was lookin' down." I hopped up from the ground and he was still looking down on me.

Our eyes met and I was in a trance until he broke it. "And hide ya piece in a spot a lil' more private if you gone carry round like that ma." His voice trembled my ears. It made me feel so good inside. "Baby, don't ever call me 'ma'." I said seductively and walked away swaying my hips. I could tell he was watching me.

When I pulled up to the trap house, Anya's car was already there. I parked my car across the street and looked around to make sure no childish ass niggas was playin' round.

I got out my car and walked up to the Trap. Knocked on the door like I usually door and saw two eyes peeking out to slot. "Its me Capo," I said to my body guard. I walked and the smell of money rose up my nose.

I walked down to the underground where all the real shit happens. The first floor was just a decoy just in case anything suspicious happens. When I got down to the office, Anya was in there counting the money we made. "How much we got?" I asked her. Anya looked up at me with a look of disappointment on her face. "12k." She said. I was highly upset. All the product our workers was selling didn't add up to the profit we was getting. "Riyah, somebody done took our damn money." Anya said to me. "Chea, I know. I know exactly who it is." I said. Envy filled my body and so did rage. I mean like everybody knows not to fuck with my money.

"Tell Capo to bring in RJ. That lil boy needs a lesson." I told Anya. She called Capo and we walked to the other side of the underground. When we got there Rj was strapped up to a chair unconscious. Me and Anya laughed at the fact that he was so gullible to make fast money. But the thing that most rookies don't understand is that stealing can get ya ass killed and dealing with two females with over 50 shades of madness, trust Rj gone learn today.

Anya looked at me and I looked at her. Envy had filled those light brown eyes of hers and so did mines. I let Anya take the first hit to wake this nigga up. "Wake up lil bitch!" I yelled. He groaned in pain because Anya hit him where no man should be hit. "Somebody ain't gone make no kinda kids fo a real long time." It was my turn to hit him, so I swung the butt of my gun on his shoulder making it move outta place. "Ah, shit!" Rj exclaimed. Anya bitched slapped the lil nigga like the bitch he is.