Thugged Out 4: Real Life

SEVEN- Always Something

"Girl I'm gon' be honest. I don't know where my heart is. But lately, I've been wanting something different." - Elliot Trent

LALA

I'm in Tae's room at Montana's house. "The fuck I gotta wear a dress for?" I ask. "To play with them niggas, mane. I already told you that shit." he answers. I roll my eyes then toss my half of the money in the pile on the floor. He said he met some niggas who in a cartel and that all we gotta do is pay some  nigga a thousand dollars and we can be hit men for them niggas. It seem fishy but Imma trust Tae on this shit.

"You sure this shit ain't sketchy?" I ask. "Yeah, they some real ass niggas, mane." he answers. "Where they picking us up at? How the hell we even supposed to sneak out this house? Yo daddy ain't nowhere near easy to play. It was already hard enough to convince my dad I wanted to go over Reign house. I knew her dumb ass would bring me over here without even questioning me and shit." I explain. We planned this shit a week ago.

"We gotta walk like twenty minutes and they picking us up somewhere away from here." he answers. "Nigga, the fuck? You didn't say shit about a long walk." I say. "And? Would you rather walk or get caught by my dad? Them niggas can't come over here, my dad a kill  my ass." he says. "Yeah, I guess so. I took one of my dad guns." I say, showing him the glock. Tae pulls his shirt up, showing me the gun he got tucked away. My eyes widen. "Dang, nigga. Where that come from?" I ask. "I took it out momma purse when she was sleep." he answers. Damn, that bitch clean.

"You think she noticed that shit?" I ask. "I don't give a fuck if she did. It's too late now." he says. I got this uneasy feeling. My dad stay telling me to trust my gut and shit. I don't know if I'm nervous cause this our first time really jumping right in the street shit or if something just ain't right. "You got a bad feeling?" I ask. "Naw but I'll just shoot them niggas if they try to play." he says. "Yeah." I agree, trying to shake the feeling.

He bundles the money up into two stacks then  rubberbands it. "You ready?" he asks me as I put this ugly ass dress on. "Yeah." I say, letting him fix the front of the dress. I bet I look crazy as hell in a dress and some Jordan's. I don't even wanna look at myself in the mirror. He puts the money in his pocket then turns the light off.

We walk to the living room where Montana and his bitch Amber are sitting. I don't like that hoe. She seem fake as fuck to me. Just something about her is weird as hell to me. "Hey Tae and LaLa." She greets us, smiling. "Wassup?" Tae asks. "To keep it real, I don't fuck with you. You seem scandalous." I tell her straight up.

"LaLa." Montana sternly says, glaring at me. Amber smiles. "That's just fine, sweetheart." She says, moving her purse off her lap. Some shit just fell out. I look down at her bullshit as she leans down to get it. I just saw a police badge. This bitch is a whole undercover police. I gotta tell Montana this shit. How did he not know that? This bitch probably working and trying to build a case against this family.

I glance at Tae. He gives me a knowing look. "Amber, I'll call you tomorrow." Montana says, letting her know it's time for her to get the fuck out of here. She stands then kisses him on his lips. "I'll call when I make it home. Bye, Tae, bye LaLa." She says. "You kinda sexy, you should come gimme head with yo bitch ass." I mumble, making Tae laugh. I'll turn Lil Wayne's song Mrs. Officer into reality with this fake hoe.

"Cut it out." he demands, leading her out of here. I look at Tae. "You think that bitch trying to set my dad up?" he whispers. I nod my head yes. "I googled him one time and it say the police been trynna build a case for a long time but can't ever catch him up in shit." I whisper back. My grandpa Nathan told me Montana was a real G back in the days. They won't give us no details like we'll snitch or some shit. "Damn." Tae mumbles. I nod my head in agreement. Montana walks back in here with my mom, dad, KeKe, Noble, Majesty, Jessie, and Presley following. Where the hell all of them come from?