Max P.O.V.
I sat at my big desk in my office counting money, the air was filled of smoke and the guy I shoy back up in the Bay was here sitting in the corner. I reshot each of his legs, as I picked up the conversation from earlier. He screamed in agony, I hope he knows hes going to die today.
"So you gone tell me why you stole from me or should I just end yo life now?" I took the blunt out my mouth and blew O's. Dude was just staring at be so I cocked my gun and sat it on the table facing him.
"My momma she got--" he started but then Reine and Brandon walked in hands locked. They both were cheesing and Reine took her seat at her desk across from me. On top of that, she sat on Brandon's lap. Reine pulled out 5 stacks of money out her drawer and liked at the dude.
"What's yo name sweety?" She looked at him and spun the chair to face him. He was quiet for a minute and she said, "how bout you and B step out real quick." We did as she asked and stood infront.
"So you and Reine?" I began.
"Ha, yeah.. Uh look my fam got shot up--"
"We be back tonight did you tell Reine?." He shook his head and looked down. Before we could finish our conversation Reine opened the door, we filed in and she took her seat again, in his lap. It was weird watching them, Reine always been single and never really got serious about niggas. It was cute still.
"Okay sweety tell me again why you took what's mines." She was real sweet when she said it too, dude looked over at me and had a scared look.
"CHARLES!" She yelled at him and he started pouring out.
"Man moms got cancer, I ain't making bank, the niggas rob me when you pay me. Cause all I do is keep shit organized, I get payed less than 'eryone else yo, my mom died and I ain't had shit man. Look I pay you back just let me live." He coughed up some blood and Reine looked at me. Brandon cocked a gun and passed it to Reine. Reine gave me a no bullshit look, Charles must have noticed it cause he started begging for his life. She stood up and put on some hooves and wiped her fingerprints off the gun. She put on a body suit and picked up a bullet and two guns. Reine sat next to Charles and said, "let's play a game, ima let you choose a gun , one is broken and one will blast yo brains. Choose wisely."
He looked over to me and I nodded at him. He pointed to the one in her left hand, she loaded the gun and walked around flexing. Then she got loud..
"First off you stealing my shit!" She pulled the trigger at him but nothing happened. "Then you say my ducking system ain't shit and niggas can't be trusted. This is my motha fucking baby and ain't no flaws in this bitch! It's better than beyonce." She pulled the trigger and Charles jumped again. "So tell me what's the one thing that you cherish the most? Yo moms who died 6 years ago or yo crackhead ass baby momma?" He looked at her in awe like she was God. Reine laughed and continued, "bitch I don't let anyone into my home I know yo whole ass story." She walked up to him and whispered, "how you think yo son gone feel when he find out you dead and his momma a crackhead at the age of five?" She pulled the trigger and stopped out of the bodysuit and gloves. She went straight to the bathroom as usual, she can't take looking at niggas she killed.
"I ain't know she get down like that." Brandon was frozen and I was on my ass laughing.
Reine P.O.V.
Dude had a son... But that bitch took my shit. He had to hold shit up tho. Fuck that, his bitch ass threw dirt on my fucking baby. I'll just have a hoe raise his child and give them a couple grand. I looked up in the mirror and fixed my hair. I put in my lip gloss and walked out the bathroom. When I got out Charles' lifeless body was gone and some thot was cleaning up the blood.I smiled and sat right back down onto Brandons lap and he wispered some dirty sit to me causing me to blush and bite my lip, he bit my earlobe and we laughed to ourselves. We counted money, did check ups for the hoes, asnd strippers, ran back groundchecks, folowed up on rival gangs and got high and drank a little all day. I wasn't really stoned but Brandon was and since Max and Javi got their own room because "we're too freaky" I didn't know what was going to happen tonight.
I drove us all to the hotel and we all sat in Max and Javi's room for a while.
"Where''s Javi? Is he coming to the Bay with us or is he going back to ATL?" I was kind of lonely you know? I forgot to tell you, Javi is my twin brother. We were split up at 10 when my mother decide that she did want one of her kids. Six year later here he is, dating my bestfriend racking up the dough. I guess my moms a fien now and Javi's just chilling. I missed my brother, we couldn't talk much because my mom said that I wasn't her child and if I do want to talk to my brother I have to move with her and that life wasn't pleasant. Max didn't reply, she was knocked out in the middle of the floor and Brandon was walking out of the bathroom with a suductive smile on his face walking towards me. He kissed on me and ass then got touchy. I didn't feel like dealing with this so I pushed him off and he immediately staed blankly at me. Just before he said something, Javi came in and plopped on the bed knocked out. I guess I can't talk to my bestfriend or brother. Only thing i can do is deal with my druck stoned boyfriend.
Me and Brandon went back to our room on the 6th floor. I had the curtians open cause I was feeling the view: dark sky with bright lights beneth me. I took a shower and guess who got in with me. Yup, B. He got his wish and it was great, I'm just tired now.
