Help You

Chapter Two

Birmingham, Alabama
June 2nd, 2018
1:52 pm
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Waka •

"Get the strap!" Boggie yelled.

We all busted out laughing. This nigga was a joke.

I stood up, grabbing the blunt off my table. The front door opened, I looked at Nola seeing her eyeing me. She walked over to the boys, greeting them.

"Wassup Nola? You and ole' boy still fucking around?" Boggie asked.

"Yea-"

"Nah." I said.

They both looked at me, and I looked back.

"What y'all niggas looking at?"

"What you mean 'nah'?" She rolled her eyes.

"I said what I said." I lit the blunt, before inhaling.

"Fuck you Waka." She walked past me, bumping me with her shoulder and went right out the door.

I was tempted to grab her bundles and smack the shit out of her for bumping into me like that.

I went to sit back down, hearing them both laughing.

"Fuck y'all laughing for? Y'all almost witnessed a murder in dis bitch." I inhaled again, before exhaling.

"Yo face when she bumped you nigga, that's the funny part." Tron chuckled.

"Man whatever." I put the blunt out on the ash tray once I was done.

"Y'all heard about the police checking niggas now out on the streets?" Tron shook his head.

"Yea, that's why I told y'all asses and everyone else to stay low key." I reminded.

The police been on our asses like a motherfucka. I ain't never been to jail before but if it did end up happening a nigga was ready. See, I never got caught because I'm a lowkey nigga, I keep my niggas in check and my workers in check. No doubt.

"Yea but this low key shit interfering with my money you heard?" Boggie explained. "I can't be no pussy now."

"I feel you nigga, just gotta do what we gotta do."

"What we need to do is go check on the warehouse, all of them matter a fact." Tron said. "Make sure they doing what they need to be doing."

"I've handled it already, I've called this morning and things is still going smooth. Nile from the West warehouse, told me a couple boys out today selling dope and weed so we good right now." I spoke.

"Aight nigga." Boggie laid back on my couch, smoking his blunt.

We sat back in silence, before my phone rang. I noticed it was Nile.

"Speak." I instructed.

"Yo - man the warehouse got robbed."

I closed my eyes. I know this nigga didn't just say my shit got robbed.

"What?"

"It got robbed, I had beany looking out while we was out selling then when we came back dude got a bullet thru his head, and all the shit gone. Money. Drugs."

I huffed angrily, standing up. "Aight I'm on my way! Tell everyone to stay there or they getting a bullet thru they skull."

I hung up the phone, grabbing my keys off the counter.

"Let's roll!"

"What happened nigga?"

"West warehouse got robbed! Everything is fucking gone so let's go!"