Him 2: Problems

13.

Nicki

I pulled up to warehouse and hopped out quickly cause I was late as hell. All this shit going on and now I gotta handle this shit. I leave him in charge for a week and one of the traps get hit.

I busted in straight through the side door that nobody was watching. What the hell is going on around this bitch? I took the elevator up to my office where I find this asshole in my chair with some Mexican chick.

"Nigga what the fuck you doing?" I screeched. "Trey get the bitch up outta here and bring your ass."

He flung the girl from his lap and pulled his pants up. I saw more than I needed to ever see coming from him. I took the stairs back down and told them niggas around to stop slacking like this a damn vacation from their baby mamas. I waited for Trey dumb ass to get in the truck.

"The hell is wrong with you? We got hit last night and you want to be fucking some damn body in my office." I scoffed as soon as he got in. "Trey seriously I know you lost Kay but you need to suck that shit up like the rest of us and get your shit straight. Im dead ass right now, its too much happening at one time to be having you messing up too. You family and we got shit to handle." I glanced at he as I drove down the empty highway doing 80.

"Slow the hell down crazy." He yelled at me.

"Shut the hell up. The only thing I want to hear from you tonight is the names of them niggas that hit us." I looked at him turning up my music.

"Boss lady its was all skirts." One of the workers said. Its only three left, all the others dead. I cant believe this shit.

"What the hell they look like then?" I pressed the gun to my temple as I sat down in the folded chair near the door which was off tge hinges. I started to stare at one of the boys dead and lifeless body on the floor in a puddle of blood.

"All I know is two of then from here clearly. They had hella ass." I looked at him with the get right face. "But uh the other one was Dominican or Puerto Rican, I don't know the bitch spoke spanish."

"How much they take?" Trey asked. I told his ass to shut the hell up.

"Just well over $350,000." The wounded one of the three said.

I stood up and step over homie on the floor. "Yall movin these bodies. Return them to they house , dump em, I dont care. Trey you get that bullet out Homie Juan arm and help them niggas. And find a way to the house tomarr. Clean this shit up, wipe the place down, whatever is left we cant sell so dump that too." I shook my head at all this shit. "Hit my phone when yall done."

I left the trap and call the others to make sure they straight. They all need to be on their p's and q's until further notice.

When I came home I had to make sure my shit aint have no blood, product, or possible fibers on my shit. Thank the lord I only gotta burn these Nikes these things was old anyway.

I stayed up the rest of the night trying to think of the bitches that got me. I only know one Dominican.