Vendetta | Nicki Minaj & August Alsina

5. Blood Boiling

A/N: I'm so sorry for not updating as soon as I usually do. I've been having to catch up with a lot of school work. With that being said, I will try to update every 3-5 days. Thank you so much for reading! ♥

Christopher "Quez" Marcel

Boiling

They can't be fucking serious!" Adonis screamed. All this anger boiling up in my body was giving me a big ass headache. "Money out our fucking pocket, just stolen? You gotta be fucking kidding." Though I was still pretty mad, I was able to find my cool a few minutes prior. Adonis, on the other hand, was driving 75 miles per hour in a 30 zone, and screaming like a nigga wasn't sitting directly next to him.

"Look, I'm just as mad as you, but you need to slow the fuck down before you kill us both; besides, it was only 3 kilos." I said trying to be reassuring.

"Yes, 3 kilos worth of money that could be in my fucking bank account." he said rubbing his hands down his face, taking both hands off the steering wheel.

It was real quiet after that. Just a long ass car ride in silence back to the crib.

After we got home, I heard nothing but huffing, puffing, and door slams. This nigga was acting like a straight five year old. Right after the date, he got a call from Jay saying we had 3 kilos of white gone missing. That's a lot of fucking money. I get why he mad, and it's stressing me too, but the thing is, Adonis been the leader of this shit since we started. That nigga feels obligated to have everything go right.

I throw my head back in discomfort and pick up my phone to dial a couple bitches to come over to get rid of some of this stress.

After the first ring, one of the best head givers I'd ever met picked up the phone.

"Hey, man. Long time, no fucking talk." she said half asleep. "Why the fuck you sound like you sleep?" I replied. "Cause it's two in the morning." Oh. "Aye, look, come over real quick. Bring a friend or two." I heard her sigh. "Look, bitch, just do it. " I said getting impatient. "Fine. Give me thirty minutes ." she said, then I hung up. No reply.

Straight after, my mind went to Tiffany. I've never taken a girl out on a date, and to be honest, I'm glad it was her. Tiffany's a beautiful, classy woman. If it was the case, she would be the type of woman I'd keep. But that's not the case, and I don't plan on doing any of that anytime soon. I already got other shit to worry 'bout.

I lift up at the sound of the doorbell. The end of my night was going to be just fine.

Adonis Kaymen

Boiling

I could feel my whole insides on fire. My face was red and hot. I was over the top blown. I couldn't believe this shit, man. I knew Trigga would take care of whoever did it. That made some of the stress disappear. He was a real nigga without a heart; the killer of the group. I've shot my share of people, but he was the one to do it with no remorse. Not a single finch, but tonight, I wanted to do it. We didn't make it this far to have some thieving shit like this fuck it all up. I don't think I've been this mad before.

I picked up my keys from my night stand and swung my feet around to touch the floor. I rubbed my face with my hands and groaned. I just really couldn't believe this shit, man.

My cell rang, and my anger grew. Who the fuck is calling me at two in the morning? I look over at the caller I.D. Trigga.

"Aye, man." He said on the other side of the phone. He sounded relieved, and somewhat happy. "What?" I knew I sounded irritated. Obviously because I was. "I handled it. We good now." Handled it? "What you mean?" He chuckled. "I handled that shit, man. I let the fuck niggas know what happens when they fuck with 'ah money." Oh, I got it. "How you fig'a out who did it?" I asked. "Shit, i'on know. Let's just say I got our shit back, and that bitch nigga ain't gone live to see his pops die." I grinned. "Good fucking look." I said. "That's what I'm here for." He said as we both laughed. "A'ight man, I gotta go. I'm tired as hell." He said in between a yawn. "A'ight nigga. Tell April I said 'goodnight'" I said making myself laugh. He smacked his lips the hung up, causing me to smirk and throw my phone to the side. I laid back on my pillows and turned on my t.v. My mind trailed back to that fine ass girl from dinner earlier. Damn. Why I ain't bring her home to fuck?

Thaddeus Costello

Are you kidding me?

It was about three in the morning back home and seven in the afternoon here in Fiji. While waiting for my beautiful wife to get dressed for our second day on this beautiful island, I got a call from one of my head "distributors" that the man he hired to take our profits back from the random new competition was killed on his way to our what people call a "trap house" nowadays. It was no stress that that man was killed, but we just, once again, lost all that fucking money. Are you kidding me? was all I could get out while I was on the phone. I couldn't let this ruin my alone time with my woman.

I rubbed my face in agitation, but immediately straightened up when Gina waked out of the bathroom in an absolutely stunning gown. No matter how many years we spent together, her beauty never lessened. "You look beautiful." I said taking her hand in mine. Her high cheekbones began turning red like a sweet little girl. "We might as well skip dinner." I said playfully. "Um, I'm hungry, so definitely not." She said bumping my shoulder as she walked past me. "You coming?" She asked looking over her shoulder seductively. I then followed her out the hotel room to a romantic dinner on the beach.