"Carter, get up now!" Victoria shouted. I felt her tiny hands hitting me on my back, and I could hear my phone ringing. I sprung out of bed, not knowing if it was Parker sending me another naked picture, or something about the business.
Victoria was standing over me, holding my ringing phone in her hand. "Who is that?" I asked nervously.
"It's a call from somebody named Trey." She said nonchalantly, handing me my phone and disappearing downstairs. I pressed talk and mentally thanked god for it not being Parker.
"Wassup." I said.
"Some erkky ass shit man. I think Melissa is working for an opp." He informed me. I frowned; Melissa was a girl I had working, doing runs out of town for me. If she was working for an enemy she was going to regret it.
"How you figure that?" I asked.
"I was going over the records Doughboy did for two months ago, and her numbers is off." He said.
"Go on." I said, intrigued. I hadn't noticed anything out of order the last time I checked the books.
"This whole time she been either one, stealing product and sellin it for a profit, or two, she givin' it to someone else."
"Did you check that shit out?" I asked, already knowing he had.
"Of course, bruh. I took it upon myself to call Ghost, and see how much product he sent her back with, and he said 20 kilos."
"So what's the problem with that?" I asked.
"Alec only recorded it in the book as 14." He said. I sat down on the bed and kicked the nightstand over.
"What the fuck man! That's a whole 6 kilos missin' from us!" I tried to calm down and think about what I was going to do about the situation. First Ant now this broad. Let me find out. "Listen to me closely. Right now, that's the least of my worries. I got too much going on already, what with my mom's death anniversary coming up and my girl. You need to handle this, man. I'm putting most of my trust into you. I'm rollin' through later on tonight to see wassup, alright?" I asked.
"I gotchu bruh. Seeya tonight." He said before hanging up. I shook my hand and put my phone on the charger, setting it next to the collapsed stand. I went into the bathroom and washed my face, thinking about this annual visit to my mother's grave. Whether or not I was taking Vic. She'd probably want to go with me, just to be supportive. I hopped in the shower and got dressed, walking downstairs to see my love cooking breakfast. "Good morning, bae." I said, walking up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist. She leaned back and kissed my cheek, handing me a plate of bacon, eggs, and a glass of orange juice. It smelled heavenly, and looked even better. "Thanks, bae, this looks great." I said, sitting down at the counter. She sat next to me and started eating her food, scrolling down her Instagram timeline.
"What was your phone call all about?" She asked. I shook my head at her and swallowed a forkfull of eggs.
"Nothing, just some business at my warehouse." I responded.
"Oh, so what are you doin' today?" She inquired. She made a silly face and took a selfie.
I smirked and mushed her head. "You have sincere problems." She laughed and took a sip of her orange juice. "I gotta go handle some business at my warehouse. Seems like bitches have been stealing my product."
