Love Games: A Tyga Fanfic

Chapter 19: Part 1

Chris

            I got off work and I went to a bar. I needed to get away from things for a couple of hours.

            “What would you like?” The bartender asked me. She was a slim, white girl with dark brown hair and light brown highlights.

            “Can I get a gin, straight?” I answered. She nodded her head and made my drink.

            I looked around, there was about 4 or 5 people in the bar. It looked like a slow day for them.

            “Here you are. A gin, straight.” She placed the glass down on the counter.

            “Thank you.” I took a couple of sips. I looked down at my hands as they fiddled with each other.

            “You okay?” The bartender asked, whipping the bar.

            “Yeah, just thinking.” I responded.

            “It looks like something’s weighing heavily on your mind.” She pointed out.

            “Look, I said I’m okay.” I said more petulantly than I intended.

            “Sorry, I was just trying to make conversation.” She apologized, through her thick Chicago accent.

            “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come off like that.”

            “It’s alright. I’ve seen plenty of belligerent people, since I started working here.”

            “No, I’m not a belligerent person, though. I’m just having a rough day.”

            “Oh.”

            “Yeah, my fiancée is going crazy and her best friend has been sleeping over our house for the past couple days because my friend messed up and fucked another girl.”

            “Yikes.”

            “Yeah.” I glanced around and my eyes landed on the clock.

            “Shit.” I got off the stool.

            “What?” She questioned.

            “I gotta go. I’m late.”

            “Ok.” She said. I took my wallet out my pocket and threw a 20 on the bar and left.

**

            I pulled up to Tyga’s house and got out the car. I walked to the door and opened it.

            Some niggas were just leaving and others were waiting around. I went to the back and Tyga was sitting on his throne.

            He didn’t look himself. He had bags under his eyes and he looked pale and shit.

            “Wassup, Chris?” He said as I walked into his study.

            “Nothing.” I answered. He got off his throne and went to the row of brief cases. He looked over them, picked one out and handed it to me.

            “This is your sum of what we made off that cocaine from the job.” He explained handing me the case. I laid it on the table and opened it up.

            By the looks of it, it had to be around 7,000. I closed the briefcase.

            “7,000?”

            “Yeah, we made a lot of money off the coke. I had a buyer that bought half of the supply for 12 grand.” He explained. My eyes widened.

            “The rest was just regular sales.” He continued.

            “With all of that, everyone made 7K?”

            “Not everyone. You, Trell, Nino, Roy, Quincy, and Drew made 7K. The rest of them made like 3.5K.”

            He sat back on his throne.

            “Well, shit. Thanks for letting me in on this job.”

            “It’s no problem; I have more jobs if you want to get in on them.” He offered.

            “Yeah, of course.” I responded.

            “Good, I’ll let you know when.”

            I nodded.

            “How’s Delaine doing?” He asked.

            “Bad, nigga. Like, I ain’t never seen her cry this much.” I explained. He shook his head.

            “Can I tell her I said sorry?”

            “Tell her yourself, she’s staying at our place.”

            “Oh. You mind if, I come over now?”

            “Naw. Leggo.”

            I grabbed the briefcase and Tyga got off his throne.

            “I’m gonna need y’all to leave.” Tyga announced when he got to the living room.

            “You still haven’t given me my cut.” Someone said.

            “You’ll get it when I get back. I gotta handle something right now.”

            “Iight.” The guys got up and left Ty’s crib.

            He grabbed his keys and left the house.