Armani Hartfeild a 18 year old teen who never lived her life as a normal average teen, due to the fact that he father (Paul Hartfeild) is one of the biggest pastors in the City of Brenthills (Made Up Place). She's done nothing in her life but be the...
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^^^Kai ^^^
I chose to pass on class today and stop at the warehouse with DeAngelo, and see what's been going on. Word is Boss has a job for us, but we ain't got a clue on what it is. DeAngelo was in the passenger seat of my car smacking on Hot Cheetos and bobbing his head to A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie new joint 'Nonchalant' and to be honest the song was a true BANGER. Singing along to the song, I laughed throwing my head back.
"Man chill. Wassup with you dawg ?" He laughed and turned the music down. He shrugged and shook his curls.
"Man I don't know. I feel real funny." I arched my eyebrow confused. What the fuck this nigga mean funny.
"You gotta tell me what you mean by '"funny" cuz I'm thinking the worst over here." He smacked his lips thinking exactly what I was thinking.
"No nigga I ain't feeling rainbows and shit. I'm solid on females, so quit tryna play me. All jokes aside, I just feel like different, like a nigga feeling some shit...you know some type of way." I looked over at him and he was just big cheesin, like the President was handing him millions of dollars or some shit.
"Maaaaaan, Dee you in yo feelings." I laughed hysterically. "Nigga Armani got yo ass whipped like that ?!" He shook his head, and although he was looking out the window, I could see the smile on his face. This nigga light skin, so I can see his face turning red. My boy is happy, I'm happy.
"All jokes aside, I ain't whipped. I believe this is love. I mean I ain't never loved nobody but Mani come real close to that love feeling a nigga got in his heart you feel me. It's unexplainable but I swear she give me this strange feeling when I get around her, but it's a good feeling I love feeling. It's like my heart tryna tell me, "Nigga that's yo soulmate" or some shit. She real special, real genuine, real...real...I got nothing else, but this is real."
"Gay as fuck ! Nigga I ain't never heard you say no typa sentimental ass shit like that before. No offense I hear everything you said and I support it dawg, but you sounded gay as fuck saying that shit. I mean tell that to Mani, she would love to hear that, but that was kinda weird." He started bustin up laughing, and brought out his phone. I will assume he is texting Armani everything he just told me, and I wouldn't be surprised.
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Three knocks and we were welcomed inside our bosses office where he was counting money and weighing our products. He acknowledged us and we sat in the seats across from him, and he paused what he was doing. When his eyes met our faces, he smiled and rubbed his hands together.
"My two favorite workers that never let me down. You know DeAngelo, you look just like yo pops. You and Kai are sandbox babies and to see y'all here together strong as ever is what I call loyalty. I'm currently working alone , because niggas change and do not know the meaning of loyalty. It's a good thing y'all together, because for this job, y'all will need each other." He tossed a paper in front of us, and I slid it in front of us flipping it over. I leaned back in my chair, and shook my head. Angelo looked at me and smacked my chest...here we go again.
"Who tf hired her ?" I raised a finger and so did Angelo. I looked at him and he shrugged. One goes down and so does the other. Boss nodded and took out his Cuban cigar, lighting it and slowly inhaling. "So was this gonna get ran by me, or was I gonna have to find out by having Brandy follow this new bitches moves ?"
"Look, I honestly ain't know shit was gone happen this way. Lexie came at me all desperate talkin bout her friend really need the job and shit, and I told her if anything goes wrong, she gotta pay the consequences too." Blowing the smoke in our faces, he nodded in agreement.
"Well it looks like all 3 of them have to pay the consequences now, because do you see that ? That's our money and our product being handed over to this dumb nigga and this got passes my 2 best dumb workers. I have no idea who he is and who he works for, if he even works for somebody but we...no y'all have to end this. He's fuckin with the wrong niggas and y'all need to make an example outta them alright ? Now I ain't mad, but if y'all don't handle this situation I will be mad." We both nodded and slapped hands with him before exiting. Everything was coo, until this nigga showed up in town and it's time to send this nigga back, and not to his town, but to his creator.
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"So what we gone do ?" We was at DeAngelo's crib smokin woods back to back. I was honestly mad deep down cuz I let this shit happen, and now Dee in my shit, and I understand he tryna ride for a nigga, but sometimes he gotta just let me handle shit.
"We can't fire her right now, cuz it would be too obvious, so we gotta keep her inside maybe like cleaning or some shit. We can't put her on drops no more cuz then she'll just be out giving this nigga the shit. We gone wait maybe a week or two until we make a move. Last day when we fenna make a move, we catch them three by themselves and run up in there." DeAngelo said sipping the drink he had in his styrofoam cup. I thought for a minute, because his idea was actually smart and strategic.
"But we don't know if there's more niggas inside that building. Yea we see just them three right now, but what about inside ? We gone have to get some more niggas from the warehouse to do this shit with us, cuz us two against whoever else ain't a smart idea man." I understand we gotta handle business but at the same time ya boy not tryna loose his life to no bullshit either.
"Yea you right. I'ma make a few calls tonight to like 5 niggas and you do the same. They ain't even gotta be from the warehouse cuz some of them niggas pussies anyways." I laughed and nodded knowing it's the truth.
"Ight, well I'm fenna head home and probably straighten up since Laysia ain't coming over. She talking about she miss her parents, like damn you lived with them all these years and you can't be away from them for a good week." She can be at my house for 20 minutes and she already talkin bout, "I wonder what my mama doing ?"...like damn she not missing yo grown ass. She don't even wanna get her own place when she graduate, because she said she can't be away from her mom, but I'ma break her out of that.
