Chapter 4

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Latrell

I opened the door to what some people would call a damn disaster. All the workers, Ronnie. everybody, DEAD. I ran back out the door closing it shut. I ran to the black suburban that Lenny drove me in and told him to drive fast and take me back home. I pulled out my phone about to call my uncle until I saw I had a missed call from Po. 'Aww shit' I thought to myself as I looked at the time she called me. It had to be about an hour ago. I had to call her back or she was going to be pissed off more then she probably already was.

"Po" I said in a sweet voice.

"What and why you ain't answer yo fucking phone, ugh I'm tired of this shit" she said in a angry tone.

"Look baby I ain't got time for you to drill me right now" I said

"Well why the fuck did you call me?" she asked.

"Po you better chill the fuck out with that shit" I whispered looking at Lenny. I had respect so I didn't curse.

"Or what?" she asked testing me but I wasn't even gonna give ha ass the satisfaction.

"I can't talk to you bye" I said hanging up in her face.

After that the thought of what I just saw went to the back of my head.

We got back to the crib not to long after that. Lenny was driving into my driveway. Oh my fault let me just tell you what a young rich nigga like me living in. I live on 25 acres and we have about 5 bedrooms. I can't tell yonhow many bathrooms cause I only shit in one. My unc bought the house not to long ago, and this bitch costed 135 million my niggas. We stay on our real nigga shit. Making that real nigga green, you feel me. As for me going to school I don't even know I just go sometimes to get my head out the gutter. I can't sit there and play tennis with these fake ass white niggas. Its just not me, niggas trying treat me like im Esquire off ATL or some shit.

I got out the truck and thanked Lenny again for driving me. He did the usual and drove off somewhere. I spotted a familiar car in my drive way but I ain't think to much about it. I did a knock and watched Smoke slowly open the door.

"Po's upstairs talking to your unc" he said.

"Now why the fuck she talking to him?" I asked.

"No idea but you should go see" he said opening the door all the way so that I could enter.

I walked up some steps before I turned around and asked Smoke which room they where in. He told me the "B" room and that's where I was headed to. I walked up to the door doing a quick code knock and then waited. A few seconds later Killer opened the door and let me in.

Poetry

I arrived at Latrell's house. I went to the door and waited for Smoke to answer and he did. Smoke opened the door with a big ass smile on his face and said.

"Hey babygirl, how you doing?" he asked.

"I'm fine how about yourself?" I asked him.

"I'm great but Latrell isn't here" he said.

"Well actually I'm not here for him, I'm here to talk business with the boss man" I said.

"Oh ight he in the "B" room"

"OK thanks Smoke" I said walking upstairs to the room.

I knocked on the door 4 times before killer opened up with his mean look. He was nice but he wasn't as nice as Smoke but it seemed like everybody was sweet on me. I entered the room observing everything. Killer was standing by the door with his gun on the side of him and Boss was just sitting at his desk counting money as usual.

"Umm, Boss" I said hesitantly.

"Yes?, Po, I haven't talked to you in forever babygirl" he said happy.

"I know but only because I haven't needed any work"

"Well what you saying you need work now?"

"Yes sir"

"Well I just sent Latrell to go get some prod---" he was cut off by a knock. Killer opened the door and there he was in the flesh, Latrell.

"Oh Latrell we were just talking about you" Boss said.

"Oh yeah?" Latrell said taking a seat next to me.

I rolled my eyes at Latrell and scooted my seat over to the other side a little bit. He then grabbed my arm and pulled me to sit on his lap.

"Latrell let me go" I said as Boss man watched us.

"Nah" he said in his Chief Keef voice. Ugh here his ass go. We both sat in one seat together silent until Boss said.

"So Latrell did you get the products?"

Latrell looked like he was nervous to answer the question until he finally said.

"No and you want believe what happened unc"

"What is it son?" boss asked.

"Well, I walked in the trap and found the workers, and Ronnie dead. And the product no where to be found. There was blood every where" he said.

"What the fuck! are you serious?" Boss asked as I looked angry.

"Yep, Lenny was tgere" Latrell said.

"Aww shit we gone find these niggas and here you go Po this should be enough" Boss said handing me 2 thousand dollars. Latrell looked at me as if he were angry but shit I didn't give a fuck I needed money and his ass wasn't answering the phone.

"Thanks Boss" I said before I got out of Latrell's lap and walked to the door. I heard Latrell share a few words with his uncle before he followed behind me. I made it down stairs and past Smoke before I could here Latrell's mouth. I walked to my car as I looked out the side of my eye to see a angry Latrell.

"So you think you just gone leave?" he asked with base in his voice.

"Ain't that what I'm doing?' I asked looking for my keys in my purse.

"Looking for these?" he asked holding up my keys.

"Give em here" I begged.

"Not until you forgive me" he said in his little baby voice. I couldn't help but laugh at his goofy ass.

"OK" I said defeated.

"Now come here" he said pulling me into a hug. We pulled away from the hug going into a kiss. The kiss deepened after awhile and damn Latrell kissed very well. I pulled away first but he grabbed me back and pecked my lips. he turned me around to where my back was facing him then he planted soft kisses on my neck before saying.

"Can I come over?" he asked in my ear.

Damn could he come over? Hell yes he could. I know I was mad at him but you can't stay mad forever.

I simply nodded my head yes and got into my car with him on the passenger side. Tonight was going to be amazing.

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Chapter 5 and 6 will be dropped soon. like and comment thanks.

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