Black (Drugs, Love&Money Book 3)

Chapter Five: Wake Up Call

I got a call from Romeo saying it was important business down at the club that I needed to attend to. Ever since I first laid eyes on Kam, Romeo started to get more and more annoying to me. More annoying than he already was. And I damn sure make sure I make myself busy so he won't pop up at my crib. I don't know how much longer I can fake it.

I walked into the club and immediately felt my pulse quicken. Glass was everywhere and there was a big ass hole in the wall by the stripper pole. I don't know who the hell did it and I don't care. Somebody is either going to get fired or killed and I don't care which one.

"What the fuck happened!?"

"Some old drunk-"

"No fuck that! Better question is, how the fuck did y'all let this happen?"

"Sweetie-"

"Not now Uncle Russel."

I rubbed my forehead in frustration. It's big event happening tonight, and it's gonna send me over the edge if I have to cancel it and lose my money.

"Fix this shit....fix this shit now. I pay y'all way too much for shit like this to become a problem."

"Maybe if you was here more handling business instead of playing pretend with ya lil wanna be thug, this would've never happened."

Everybody slowly looked at Romeo in disbelief. Hell I didn't even wanna make eye contact with the little terd. One, cause I'd probably slap the shit out of him for coming at me sideways. But hell, how could I when he's right. He's knows better than to speak like that to me though. So clearly I have to remind him who the fuck he's dealing with.

"Clean this shit up. Romeo, in my office."

Romeo followed me upstairs into the private room and I thought of how I was going to professionally cuss him out. Before I was fully turned to face him, he slapped me across the face and pinned me against the door. One hand holding my wrists and the other on my neck almost choking me. I had a slight fear for my life but I know he's not that damn crazy. Everyone downstairs will kill him, revive his ass, then kill him again. And I would assume the nigga wants to keep his life. Which he might lose as soon as he gets his fuckin hands off of me.

"Why you wanna fuck with me? Huh Black?"

All I could do was stare at him. I was too busy thinking of a million ways I was gonna kill him.

"Do I need to remind you why the fuck you're even in that muh fucka's presence?"

I gave a devilish smile then head butted him. I kicked him in his balls, making him fall to his knees. I grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his face up then brought his face down to my knee hard. He fell back clutching his now bleeding nose. I pulled my gun from out of the waist band of my jeans and hit him across the face with it. I stood over him and grabbed him by his shirt.

"Do I need to remind you who the fuck you dealing with? Do I need to remind you why the fuck you got all this fancy shit? Do I need to remind you why you not sittin' in prison being somebody lil bunk bed bitch?"

I pointed my gun at his head.

"N-no."

"That's what the fuck I thought."

I let his shirt go and moved from over him. I doubled back and kicked him in the face with my combat boot.

"And if you ever put ya shrivel dick hands on me again, I'll kill you."

I jogged down the stairs and looked at the damage to the club. My rage was on a thousand and I just didn't give a fuck anymore. I hit the guy that I leave in charge of the club across the face with my gun. Every one stepped out of my way, not wanting to get any backlash of my fury.