Money, Love, Revenge

Thirteen

Kaleb's POV

Its been about a month since Briana moved in and I finally got business back on track. I own 8 Trap houses, 40 workers. Each house had a head of house, 3 workers, and a guard. The head of the house is who collected & counted all the money and was the only person to actually meet with me. The workers are basically runners who made sells and bagged up work. Trap house 6 was short a worker since I had to kill him which means I had to recruit, test and train somebody new.

I brung in the 2 runners from Trap House 6 and promoted Sean to Head of the House. I put the other runner DayDay in charge of finding me somebody new to run with him. I figured it would be easier to have somebody he already knew and it would cause less conflict and problems.

"Don't bring me no soft ass lil nigga who cant pull his own weight. You know what I expect out of yall so make sure the nigga can meet my expectations." I said to Dayday

"Thats coo because my cousin Ty been asking to get put on." He said

"Nigga you know I don't let family work for me, thats dead folks."

One of my many rules was that couldn't nobody of the same bloodline work for me. Niggas be snakes, tryna plot on me. Niggas a come up with a plan to try to rob me blind. I trusted DayDay though, he been with me since the very start. I ain't make him HOH because he did a damn good job as a runner.

"I trust you though lil nigga. don't make me have to kill you and yo cousin for tryna be sneaky. And don't nobody need to know yall related. Bring him through for Part 1." I told him.

"Man I ain't gone bite the hand my nigga. I already know how you coming about shit. But alright bet we'll be through here around 6." he replied

Not only did I have to put DayDay's cousin through training, I also had to show Sean how to run shit as HOH. After DayDay left the room I wasted no time getting to business with Sean.

"Alright so look nigga, I need your social security number & your ID so I can make a photo copy. Also you need to be finger printed. Lets just call it your insurance policy. I have your identity in my hands, fuck me over Ill burn yo house down with whoever in it. I own you. I respect all of my workers but nigga you working with MY money so its a different deal. Every Friday you will bring me 200,000 or more. Every sell thats made should be logged in the system and documented. If my money dont add up with them charts, You gone die. Your responsible for everything that goes on. If yo runners on some sneaky shit you better tell me before something happen or you the one thats gone die." I explained to him

"Damn man thats a lot." He responded

"Nigga I make 200,000 per week per house, you think Ima just be free will with my shit. Naw nigga. I run a tight ship. If you wanna jump off nows the time." I told him while cocking my .40 back.

"Naw Im down my nigga. I got you fasho."

"Alright lets get to business. Oh and you get a 16,000 bonus for being promoted. You'll get 15 thousand weekly." I explained

"Heard you. Say less"

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Hours passed and I was hungry as fuck. I also missed my girl. . . both of them. I was wrong as hell for fucking with Briana's best friend but believe it or not shorty came on to me. At first I wasn't with the bullshit but the way she sucked my dick i just couldn't stay away from her. Taylor was a bad ass red bone with red hair and green eyes. She bought some weed off me one day and sucked the fuck out of my dick. I needed her throat in my life. Briana had my heart though. We was both foul as fuck and I know if Briana found out she would beat shit down Taylor's leg.

That day B just popped up at Taylor's house I thought she was gone put two and two together. She never questioned how I got to Tay house so fast. Truth is I was already there. We seen her walking up and it was too late for me to leave so I just went in the bathroom. When Sean told me that B told her she had "dirt" to tell her I went to listen. When she said she was falling for another nigga my heart shattered. I know it was a double standard but damn man it hurt bad as fuck.

B was right though, I haven't been going OT on business. I spend my weekends with Taylor. B never caught on because she was laid up with another nigga. I been mad at her every since. When we home together we don't even speak to each other. She mad at me because I put my hands on her but so she liked that shit.

My phone started ringing and speaking of the devil.

"Wassup B?" I said answering my phone

"Can you bring me a Kit Kat and Butter Pecan ice cream. Oh a box of Slim Jims."

"Naw call that nigga you falling for." I said while hanging up the phone.

I still was gonna get her dumb ass snacks and use that as i way to make up. I missed that girl and her pussy.