"Hello?" I said into my house phone groggily. I had just been woken out of my sleep by the ringing sound.
"Hey, sleepy head!" I moved the phone away from my ear, and groaned. I had a killer hangover from when I got drunk last night, after offing some nigga that was stealing product.
"What the fuck? I have a headache, so quit yelling." I spoke into the phone. I laid my head back down on the pillow and tried to closed my heavy eyes.
"I need you to come over and help me move my new bed, dresser and stuff in." She said, loudly I might add. I rolled my eyes and looked at the clock on my nightstand. I felt my temperature rising as I stared at the time.
"It is 5:30 in the morning, Vic! Can I come in the afternoon or something?" I asked.
"No, I'm fully awake and dressed, and the people are coming to drop this stuff off in an hour. Please, I will never ask her for another favor in our lifetime." She pleaded. I turned over on my back and smiled.
"I love it when you beg like that." I said, listening as she chuckled.
"C'mon, Carter. Be a good boy and get here in an hour." She said, hanging up the phone. I smiled and put it back on the hook, getting up and walking into my bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, turning on the shower. I stepped in and did my hygiene thing.
I put on a black Pink Dolphin hoodie, a pair of black basketball shorts and a pair of Nike slides. I added my black diamond chain and put my diamond studs in my ears, walking downstairs to my garage. I decided to ride today in my black and red Camaro Convertible. On my way to her house, I started thinking about my lifestyle, and how she would take it if she knew that I was a kingpin. I also wondered if she knew about anything.
I pulled up to her new house and saw the delivery men dropping things off in the front of her door. I go tout my car, slamming the door behind me. I put my sunglasses on cause the early-morning sun was hurting my eyes. Victoria spotted me, coming over and hugged me. She grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the stuff. It was about 10 things to move in, and one of the delivery men were gonna help me. After about an hour, her stuff was moved in and set up properly. We were in her room putting the sheets on the bed---or at least trying to put the sheets on the bed! Everytime I would lean over to fit the shit over the edge, she would put the sheet over my head. "Girl, leave me alone, so I can fix this damn bed! I got stuff to do today, and I ain't got no sleep!" I yelled at her. She frowned and put her side of the sheet on the bed. She looked at me and smiled. "What?" I asked, laying the comforter on top of the sheets.
"What do you have to do today?" She asked. This was the question I always anticipated her asking me. I sat down on the bed and rubbed my curls with my hand.
"I have to work today. Which is why I ain't got time to play around with you today." I said, kind of harshly. She looked taken aback and then she went back to fixing up her new bedroom.
"What do you do?" She asked, putting folded clothes in her new dresser.
"I'm in sales. I'm a salesman." I said, standing up. I walked over to her and kissed her cheek. "I have to go, and get some sleep. I'll come see you tonight, okay?" I asked. She nodded her head and quickly pecked my lips, blushing right after. I smiled and walked out to my car, about to go home and get dressed. Had to go to my warehouse.
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I walked over to one of the girls counting my money in room. "Where Ant at, bitch?" I asked hostily. At home I was nice at home, but when it came to my workplace, I was straight up hardcore. She pointed at the conference room, and I briskly walked into the room. Ant was in there, conducting a meeting with his block's D-boys. He looked at me and I jerked my head out the door. He quickly wrapped it up and the boys walked out the room, dapping me on the way out. One of the boys, Caleb, stopped in front of me as Ant sat down in one of the swivel chairs that sat around the table.
"You aight, Boss?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing together into a frown. Caleb was on of the few people that I trusted around this bitch. He was a young kid, like 17 years old, but had the heart of a giant, and a itchy trigger finger. When I met him I knew he had potential to be something bigger. And today might be his chance.
"Naw, Imma just holler at Ant. It'll only take a minute though real talk. Go handle some business." I said. He looked in my eyes and saw the venom, immediately knowing what was up. He nodded his head and walked out of the room. I closed the door behind him and walked over to Ant. I sat down across from him, laying my nine down gently on the table between us. He eyed me and sat back in his chair. "Do you know what I wanna talk to you about, Ant?" I asked menacingly. He nodded his head. "What do I wanna talk to you about?" i asked.
"Money loss on my block." He said, nonchalantly. I nodded my head and moved forward.
"I heard from a reliable source that you were stealing my money. And before you move your lips to lie to me, tell me why. I thought we was boys, boys since I was a kid. Why would you do that to me?" I said harshly. He moved up in his seat and tears started to fall.
"We boys, nigga? If we was boys, why you give Trey the best block on this side of town, huh!? I was always yo right-hand nigga until that nigga came along! We supposed to be brothers, and you rather have a newbie be your right hand instead of someone who been rocking with yo ass since diaper days! That cut me deep man, and I'm supposed to be yo brother. Tuh," He ranted and raved. I felt him for a second, but that second quickly passed away.
"So you steal my money?! That ain't what brothers do my nigga. You been stealin' my money for a couple months now nigga, and you thought you was gonna get away with it! But it don't work like that nigga." I said, picking up my gun and pointing it at his head. He sat there with his chin up and his arms folded across his chest. Tears were still streaming down his face, but he quickly wiped them away.
"So you gonna kill me? And we supposedly brothers?" He asked in disbelief. I nodded my head and a tear fell out of my eye.
"Welcome to the drug game, nigga." I replied. I let off two shots: one in his head and one in his chest. His body fell and he slumped over the table. I sat there for a few minutes, thinking about what i'd just done. I'd offed the nigga that was my best friend since we was kids. He called himself a friend to me, but was stealing from me? That's some real Scarface shit right there. That's why I try to have as less friends as possible, cause these niggas ain't loyal to you in this game.
I stood up, putting my gun in my waist holster. I walked out of the room and asked Trey and Antoine to get rid of the body. They agreed and I went to my office and sat in my chair. I shed a couple thousand teardrops for that nigga and put my index finger on the first picture we took together when I made my first million. I slid it into my pocket and vowed to carry it around with me forever.
