Jose looked at the map of Chicago he had on his desk. After finding out that Arvonti and Carlos never even stepped foot there he'd been thinkin of places he wouldn't go because that's where he'd most likely go. Chicago was one place he knew Arvonti would never go, along with any place in the Midwest. He knew he had a thing for nice views so he most likely wouldn't be in a penthouse.
He was looking at every neighborhood slum, every suburb in Illinois. Arvonti had a thing for hood neighborhoods he liked to keep things humble so he was gonna check there. "I don't see why I can't just call for my son." Amancia said. "Because Arvonti doesn't fuckin trust you!" He snapped.
He was tired of her asking that question and saying the same answer. "For the last time, he's already aware that you're a snake ass bitch, you've been gone for months he's suspicious, he already knows what you've been up to."
"What makes you so sure?" She asked. "Because I know Arvonti." "If you knew Arvonti why are you still lookin for him in Illinois?" "Because Arvonti was taught to go to places he would never be if he needed to escape." "Yet he was seeing Messiah for a while, and everyone knows she makes him better and if not worst."
She said as finger combed her hair. Jose looked at her trying to figure out where she was going with this. Seein that Jose was confused she spoke. "You're goin against your friend. You idiots know everything about eachother so tell me why would Arvonti go to a place that you would look if he has a son you're trying to kill."
"So he's not in the Midwest." Jose said coming to realization. "Exactly." Amancia smiled. "That just leaves you to the west coast, east coast and anywhere else but there." "That's too much work." Jose said as he picked up his phone. "I go-" he stopped as he heard Amancia clear her throat. "We've got people everywhere, I'll just have them be on the eye out for him. That and put out an Amber alert, what's a better way to find him than the feds?"
He said Amancia smirked. She had to admit kid had brains. But honestly he was a means to an end. She was aware he was gonna try to kill her so she was gonna kill him first. In fact she was going to deliver him to Arvonti herself.
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Carlos sat in his office at the Warehouse in Atlanta. The phone was up to his ear as he was orderin new weapons. "Look I can get you the best snow, shit is pure and everything all you gotta do is trade me six carts of AS50's, AK's, HK's and M4's. In fact since I'm askin for a lot I'll even throw in some kat." He said.
"Kat and Snow?" The man asked through the phone. "The Sinaloa has the best." He said. "Alright." The man said. His Russian accent was kinda makin Carlos want to laugh. He could never take them seriously for some reason. "You have yourself a deal. I'll send my stuff out tomorrow." "As well I." Carlos said. "Alrighty." With that said Carlos hung up the land line as his cell rung.
He picked it up lookin at the caller ID seein it was Allah. He instantly answered. "Wassup B." He said as he answered the phone. "This plane ride bout borin as hell." Allah said. "Well you got bout thirty minutes til you land in Cali." Carlos said. "Them shits needa be seconds I'm tryna fuck." Carlos laughed.
"I'm fo real, told Vonti I'm takin his ass to the club tonight I'm tryna smash, he needa smash. He needs a pussy I need two." Carlos laughed. "Nigga shut up." He said. "Nah fam I'm fo real. College kickin my ass." "Why you ain't fuckin no college babies?" "They all boring." Carlos shook his head as he chuckled. "Find anotha type."
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Arvonti's
General FictionSequel to Arvonti, must read book one to understand. Taking over the family business wasn't as simple as he thought it'd be. With his enemies knowing his every move, his mindset, betreyal of friends and allies, a broken heart, and a son, Arvonti tri...