Too Deep In The Money

Chapter Twenty

Rakim

"Kentrell, what do you want?"

"Damn, I can't chill with you."

"Sorry, man. I just going through a lot right now." I shook my head.

"Talk to yo boy. I got a bottle. You want some?"

"Yeah."

Kentrell goes to his car and gets the bottle of brandy. I close the door and he walks in then sit in the living room, waiting on me.

"What's going on with you?"

"Well, I'm fucking up my relationship."

"How?"

"I'm cheating on Mya."

"Yo, what?! Why?"

Kentrell starts opening the bottle and drinking out the bottle then passing it to me.

"I don't know, man. That's the point. I guess I was looking for something different." I rubbed my head in frustration.

"She gonna leave you, man. No telling how many times you done fuck the girl."

"Nigga, don't say that and I've been fucking with ole girl for over two months now. What she got is addictive as fuck, I just can't stop."

"Rocky, you my man and all but you better call that shit off before she winds up pregnant. You've been wrapping yourself up?"

"Hell yeah, and you right. I'll go to her house tomorrow and end it."

"Ight, you do that. Hope she ain't got feeling for you."

"She don't. She already knew what this was when we started. I haven't told her about Mya, didn't feel like that I needed to."

"Nigga, you slow. You should have been told her that shit, bruh."

"The girl ain't feeling me. I know that for a fact, but wait she has been acting different lately like more affectionate."

"Damn, Rocky. What are you getting yourself into?"

"Ima fix this. I got this. This will be all over tomorrow."

"Whatever you say, man." Kentrell shook his head as he took a sip of the bottle.

Blue, Quavo, Offset, and Takeoff slide through, and we all start drinking and smoking together. I told them what was up with me then they give me a few advice but they are all sure that Mya is going to leave me for this.

Fuck! Temptation is a bitch, I swear. I thought as I drown myself in self-pity by drinking. Damn, I don't want her to leave me. What she doesn't know can't hurt her right? That's it. I just don't tell her.

Jaiquan

I have been laying low for hours, covering my ass. When I was tryna leave it was too late. Mitchell has me at gunpoint.

"You snitched with yo weak ass." He chuckled at me while walking closer to me.

"Mitch, hold on." Holding my hands up in surrender. "Let me explain."

"Nah, nigga. You gotta die." He smirked. "Have a nice afterlife."

As he shoots me three times, I feel the excruciating pain in my chest as I hit the floor, watching my blood spill on the floor as I see Mitchell walk out the door, letting me die.

Being a snitch has consequences.

East

My crew and I go by Raymon's old spot and park at a spot where we can't be seen. It seems like its been hours since we been lurking the trap house. I see a guy getting out of the car and walking in the trap house.

"Come on. Let's go."

We take our guns off of safety and get out of the car, walking closer to the trap house and see two guards up front.

"Knock them out," I whispered to Kaine and Redhead.

They nod their heads and does the job in silent then drag them into the bushes. Once the coast is clear we walk in the house looking for this Mitchell nigga. Clay motions us to the door, and I push the door wider as we all walk in the room, pointing our guns at the nigga.

"Don't take another step. Turn around, lil nigga."

He turns around and smirks at us.

"I wouldn't shoot if I were you."

"Why you said that?"

"Cause you will never find them papers I got on you. Once five o finds them papers, you gonna be in prison behind bars for life."

"Don't test me, nigga. I ain't the one to play with."

"I ain't testing you, nigga. I'm talking facts. You will never find them papers not without my help."

"I'll take my chances. Tell your brother I say hey." I smirked as I chuckled, and we all shot him until his body dropped to the floor as his blood started leaking on the hardwood floor. "Raid the place. Find them fucking papers!"

We split up looking for the papers until we hear sirens nearby.

"We gotta go, boss," Clay told me, rushing me.

"Hold the fuck on!"

I look and look and can't find shit.

"Fuck!" I slammed both of my fists on the desk.

In the corner of my eye, I see a drawer with a lock on it and I shot at it, tryna get it open quicker. I grab all the papers and see my name on the first paper. I take all of it and walk out the door, going downstairs. Seeing blue and red lights at the front I cuss loudly.

"Shit! We gotta go out the back door."

We all run out the back door then we put our hoods on then put our guns away. We walk around the cops' cars and the cops, tryna not get caught. We walk to the car then get in. I start the car up and start driving.

Damn, that was close. I thought as I put the papers in the dashboard while driving.

~Kiki