~DeShaun POV
"Yeah I was just calling to let you know that everything's good now, we found her." I said on the phone with Landon. "But I'll talk to you later. I got some shit I need to go handle."
"Ight."
I hung up the phone and got off my bed. I had to meet with somebody about an important job. I got in my car blasting Gang Signs by Lil Baby.
"Niggas better stick to rappin' 'fore I click and get to trippin'
(Throw-throw 'em up)
I got double-digit millions, and I still be with the killers (Throw 'em up)
Boy, I gotta be the realest livin', can I get a witness? (Amen) (Throw-throw 'em up)
Nobody ain't stressin' on my side (Nah)
4PF the gang and niggas know how we gon' ride
Couple choppas, couple stolen cars, it's time to slide
I hope the cameras don't catch the tag, and if they do, we'll be alright"
I rapped word from word speeding down the road.
I pulled up to a gate seeing six guards standing outside. They approached my car with they guns out making me laugh. "All I know is y'all need to back up off my shit before I run yall ass over." I said. They all started laughing. "Damn Shaun, I ain't even know that was you pulling up in this Cadillac." One of the dudes said touching the car.
"Aht don't touch my shit. Open this gate now." I said laughing. They walked off opening the gate for me and I pulled in driving up to the house. "Well it if aint DeShaun fucking Richardson himself." My cousin said laughing.
"Wassup Danny." I smiled dapping him up. "You having a party in this bitch?" I asked seeing all these cars out here. "Man this some shit Tanya ass wanted to have." He said referring to his wife. "She got this bitch decked out." I laughed. "She need to send all these ghetto ass folks home. But let's get down to what you here for." He said walking into the house.
I followed him seeing all these people dancing and drinking. We went down to the basement seeing somebody waiting for me. "DeShaun this is Jordan." He said. A female turned around. "Wait, Jordan's a female?" I asked raising a brow. "I am." She smiled. She was a bad ass dark skin. "You can leave us alone now Danny." She said.
"Ight rudeness." He said walking out. "Eyes up here." She said snapping me back into reality. "Now what do you need me for?" She asked sitting next to me. "I need your eyes and ears. I heard you're the best at getting information on people."
"You need me to watch one of ya baby mamas?" She said laughing a little. "Nah, I ain't got no kids. It's a dude I need you to watch. He fucking up a lot of shit and I need to know what his plans are." I said.
"How much you gone pay me?" She asked. "How much you wanna work for?"
"Every time I get you information, I want a grand." She said leaning back crossing her arms. "Expensive ass." I said shaking my head. "My information is exclusive." She smirked. "We'll talk. Here's my number." I said grabbing a pen and a paper off the table. I wrote down everything I knew about Josiah and left.
~Morgan POV
"Are you sure you're okay?" Jayceon asked me for the tenth time tonight. "Yes baby I'm fine. I just want to lay down with you." I said. "When the last time you ate something?"
"I don't remember."
"What you want to eat?" He asked.
"Jayceon I'm no-" He cut me off.
"Morgan you can't even remember the last time you ate something. Plus you're pregnant. You need some food."
"Wings." I simply said knowing I wasn't going to be able to argue.
