Corrupted (A Tyga Love Story) COMPLETED

Chapter Twenty Six

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Chapter Twenty Six

Michael Stevenson (Tyga)

Sitting across from Dominic had me running hot, and I was about to explode.

"So I have my men in El Salvador watching Melanie, and my men in Miami watching Chance and his men."

"They aren't watching good enough though Dom, where's that nigga at?!" I barked and tried to keep my composure. I didn't wanna pop off on Dominic, but shit wasn't getting done like it was supposed to.

I'd been back in Miami for a week now, and I still didn't have Chance's head.

"Lower your voice when you speak to me Michael, I'll still kick your ass. Now listen to me carefully, we can not locate Chance at this moment, but we're gonna get him." Dominic snarled.

I hated this shit, and I didn't understand it. How could you lose a three hundred pound man? Chance should've been handled months ago, and now he was just teasing me.

I'd expected Dominic to handle this a week ago, but now here I was, mad, frustrated, and tired of all of this. When you wanted something done, you had to do it yourself.

I stood up from the leather seat across from Dom and started to walk out of the office.

"Where are you going Michael?" Dom questioned as I opened the door.

"I'm gonna get him."

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I sat outside of Jade's apartment waiting for an important email. I'd seen her little replacement nigga go in about twenty minutes ago, and I was waiting for him to dip so I could talk to her.

She wasn't answering my calls, so what was I supposed to do? I needed to make sure she was okay.

Migos mixtape No Label 2 was blaring through my Bentley's sound system. These were my niggas, I'd partied with them a few times before, and they were really about their money, just like me.

I didn't knock anyone's hustle, as long as it didn't affect mine.

Twenty minutes later Jade and her little boyfriend walked through the entrance doors to her apartment and walked to his car. They were holding hands, and the sight of their interlocked hands had my blood boiling. Why was he touching on her, and more importantly why she was letting him?

He got into the car and Jade leaned into the window of the passenger seat, showing everybody who passed by her body, which was my shit.

The last straw for me was when she climbed in the car and kissed him, and he grabbed her ass. Hell nah, that was mine. I turned off the Bentley, stopping the purring of the engine and stormed towards the niggas' car.

Why was she trying to make out in a Honda when she could be making out in a Bentley? Girls these days man.

"Aye homie, get your hands off my girl." I growled and threw open the passenger door of his car.

I caught their asses right by surprise, and Jade held her chest in shock.

"Michael what are you doing?!" She shrieked and climbed out of the car, immediately getting in my face and yelling at me.

She needed to quit with all the yelling, I didn't even come for her. I came for her little boyfriend. He needed to know how much I didn't like people touching what was mine.