Retributed

Chapter 12

Retributed: Chapter 12

~Breezy P.O.V~

"You are by far one of the laziest assholes we've ever had working here." Romeo said when he came down from the break room upstairs to see me sittin in the same position as before. I love my chair behind the front desk, I can lean back far as fuck and not worry about it tipping back, and the cushions are like a tempurpedic mattress so I'm set. "I don't know why you still work here." A shake of his head when he reached the bottom and stared down at me.

"Your Dad'll never fire me, he knows I bring in the female cliental when they know I'm workin'. I provide the business and in return I get a pay check for doin' what I'm good at." I said with a shrug of my shoulders and a proud ass smile on my face. "Can't hate me."

"I don't get why females bother with you-"

"Nigga I'm the shit, why else? Plus that Breezy Affect gets 'em every time-"

"Here we go with that bullshit, there ain't no affect and you ain't the shit." You just mad like always but that's not my concern or problem. He walked off to the back room where all the shit stays stocked and this is when I wish Vonnie was workin' with me. Right now we could be sneakin' off to the break room for a little break and kill some of this stand by time but now, I'm the only one here with Romeo and its boring.

I don't know if that talk with Nessa went so well. I been trying to call and text her but I get a feeling she put me on do not disturb or blocked me 'cause she ever answers. I wasn't meanin' to make her feel like I was against her or trying to get rid of her but either I said it wrong or she misunderstood. I didn't even wanna talk to her but I did for Vonnie' sake and I regret that. One thing is for sure, she's not the same Nessa... those drugs, seeing her Dad the way he was, the neglect and abandonment from Isabella; all of that must have gotten to her and I feel bad.

The bell shit above the door rang and I looked up to see Trey come walking in with LJ. I find it hilarious how much those two hang out, reminds me of when I was little and used to tag along with Christian wherever he went because I looked up to him as a role model. LJ already acts to similar to Trey so it's a no brainer that those two would become close as siblings. It's just interesting how we all latch onto someone, seek them for guidance when we feel lost, an ear to vent and a voice of reason... but that still never tops Trey and I's SMUBNBFFL-ship.

"What's good my niggas?" I asked as I held my hand out for them to dap me. I remained with my feet up on my desk and leaning so far I swear this chair should have snapped by now. "You fix shit with Dad?"

"No, I haven't seen or talked to him since the last talk we had. He and the rest of first gen left for Houston. I stopped by the house and Mom said they were going to make a stop in Compton first, then from there go to Houston so whatever. That's what she overheard him say 'cause she not talking to him either." Oh shit... I wouldn't wanna be in that house, especially with Mom mad. No wonder he staying at Trina's so much.

"That ain't good. So Ivanna officially in charge?" I asked and they both nodded, of course Trey looked pissed off with that but aye, it is what it is. "I don't agree with what he dong either but just let it go and if something happens, we handle it like every other time. Also I heard about WTE-"

"Not even worth mentioning that name anymore. It's done and over with, we leave it like that. August actually seemed happier when we saw him, not mad or upset with what happened so that's good. I stopped by my old place with LJ."

"Nothin' bothers that kid, not to mention he not a good leader for a gang. He's too laid back and passive, better off with IRG." He nodded in agreement. "How's the house?"