I threw the last stack of hundreds in my safe. "This ain't all of it." I said, calmly but sternly to one of my workers, Killa. He was steady wiping his sweaty hands on his pants and rubbing his head. "You nervous, bruh?" I asked him, lighting my Cuban cigar and taking a puff from it.
"Nah, Boss. But that's all that I collected from the corners today." He said. I put my cigar in the ashtray and got up from behind my desk. I walked over to him and punched him in his mouth, two of his teeth flying out onto the marble floor.
"That ain't even ten grand! Every other week you collect over a hundred thousand, now all of a sudden damn near all of it is just missing?! Naw, boy try that shit wit someone else." I pulled him up and dragged him to the back of the warehouse, where i torture people that cross me. My day one niggas came over to him and began beating his ass like no tomorrow. I put my hand up signaling for them to stop. I walked over to his bloody body and grabbed his face with my gloved hand. "You ready to talk now, bruh?" I asked menacingly. He nodded his head frantically, or as much as he could. I released him, letting him speak. I watched as he spit a glob of blood on the floor.
"Man, it was Ant corner that didn't have any of the money. I been suspecting that he was shaving money off the top a couple months ago, when he brought me five grand instead of ten. I just evened it out with my money so you wouldn't trip." He said, quickly. I punched him in his nose, that looked like it was broken already. He screamed out and tears were streaming down his face.
"Don't ever not tell me things i want to know. You coulda saved yourself from death. And you just snitched on another nigga, so what says you won't snitch on me when it's convenient for you?" I said, before grabbing my nine millimeter from my hip holster, and shooting him in his head twice. I put the gun back on my hip, and took off my gloves. "Clean this shit up." I said.
"You want us to get Ant, Cj?" My right hand man, Trey asked. I shook my head no.
"Naw, we gone deal with him later. I got something for that ass." I said, before walking out of the warehouse. I got in my Corvette and drove to my house. It sat on an empty lot 10 minutes outside of town, and was all glass. I parked my car in my three-car garage and walked in. I kicked my shoes off, and went to fix myself a stiff drink at my bar in the living room. I poured a shot of Vodka and 1800, letting the cool, burning sensation fall down my throat. I went up to my room, deciding to call that girl named Victoria. When I saw her today, i was amazed at her looks, and kinda turned on by the fact that she didn't show interest in me. Even when i knew she did.
"Hello?" I heard her say on the other end. I loved the way her voice sounded. Like Zoe Saldana. Sexy.
"Wassup, it's Carter. I was bored and i wanted to talk to you." I explained. Actually i was feenin to talk to her. "Is this a good time for you , Ma?" I asked.
"Nope, i'm just laying in my bed. What you doing?"
"The same thing. Let's play 20 questions." I suggested to break the ice.
"Okay, you go first." She agreed.
"Umm, what's your full name?"
"Victoria Angel Jackson. What's yours?"
"Carter Jayceon Scott and I'm 24."
"Damn, you old. I'm only 17."
I gawked at her revelation. "What the fuck? You like twenty, you jailbait!" I said, laughing. She joined in and soon we were just talking about everything. Until, she asked about my family. "I ain't got no family." I said harshly.
