All the board meetings has adjourned for the mid- afternoon and their squads all knew what the next one was thinking. Gotta stay on their floor for safety. Each one gunning for the other set. Time is money and money is time. Especially realizing that everybody who is apart of an espionage is capable of planting secret recordings. Giving out Rolex as gifts.
Nobody wants a fucking Rolex from any dam body. Now what is happening they all carrying concealed deadly weapons. Fuck that military style five to body and one to head. Or three to body and one to the head. That kick to the head was real personal. According to all street politics. All the conspiracy theories hoping around that Cowboy stepped over Nipsey a Hussle real body to run to a crash dummy? That mother- fuckker days are numbered. He living on borrow time.
The plot thickens...
Everybody hanging out on their own floors running in and out of their own private suites. They can cater dome meals or buffet and their wet bars stay stacked. It's a good time to be had, but watch your back. They did not provide this much protection for Nipsey. He owned the property but bully ass city goons and coons used abuse of power. They gone get their day in court except word on the Streetz nothing short of death is acceptable. For betraying Nipsey
Downstairs In Mentorship Degree Fundraiser Program...
Blacc Sam getting the twenty members ready to go target practicing. The new law is Cash and Carry, but go to a shooting gallery near by and then come pick up their weapons. 9mm for beginners and Beretta's for the more snake eye. Good enough to become snipers. Sounds perfect for The Nipsey Hussle Tower
"Guys and Divas let's make sure we don't have another property takeover like what happen to my bruh. He should be here with us. To think that his shooters are right here partying and holding board meetings and eating free and plotting my death next. Or my Pops, my Gran Gran, my niece Mani Mon, my nephew Kross The Boss or even my baby sis, a Baby Sis" he made the class pay close attention. There's going to be another murder.
They felt his pain and that's why they ask to be strapped while class in session.
"Let's go get that gun training and maybe we will kill somebody tonight. Don't worry I do jail"
"We do jail too Blacc Sam. Don't forget Nip hired felons"
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~Christine Marie POV~
I'm sitting here in our private suite and I can hear those dumb asses having a social gathering. What the fuck... They celebrating they killed Nipsey a Hussle huh? I'm pissed Im hurt and I want to go back and let Nicole know maybe just maybe she on to something. We both been with his lil weasel with his put our finger in his booty bum hoe ass niggah. Trifling dawg. I can hear the music. They stay blasting Nipsey remixes. Tidal making all that money. Took a King away from his Queen. Bitch made niggahs. I wish he would come in here drunk and think he gone fuck me all night. Yeah yo dick gone be stiff my niggah with my hand on the trigger. Broke up with me for Micole. I'm still seething. Just about had it with his shrimp dick ass. I wish I had known Nip the sweet one of them all. I would've been there for you not out here investing on both sides of the fence, but that's how them Jew mutha-fuckas are. They step right over you like a got damn crash dummy.
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Nipsey Hussle Tower
FanficTake a look at the Nipsey Hussle Tower. Hotel, Shopping, Private Suites, Restaurants, Fine Dinning, Indoor Pools, Vendor Booths, Tours of Full Accommadations, Sports Bar and Grill. The Marathon Clothing on Nipsey Hussle Square. Under new management...