Chapter 41: Tabatha

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Walking in Chauncey's office I see him and Spook sitting down looking at something on his desk.

"What are you doing here?" Chauncey asks sitting back in his seat. Spook stands on the side of him with his arms crossed.

"I need a favor."

"What kind of favor?"

"I need you to set Deshawn up. I don't want him to die I just want him to get hurt really bad."

Chauncey starts laughing as Spook just frowns.

"You want me to hurt my top runner - your baby daddy? He's been completing a lot of jobs lately. Why should I do this?"

"Because." I put my hands on my hips. "When he left his bitch he didn't come to me like he was supposed to. He's been fucking around with another bitch that he had another baby with. He's just too fucking disrespectful. I'm the one who helped put money in his mutha fucking pocket by introducing y'all." I point at myself. "I've been the one there for him. He owes me his love."

"Actually Burb came and talked to me himself. Me giving him a job had nothing to do with you." Chauncey states flatly.

"That doesn't matter. He wouldn't even know you if it wasn't for me."

"So you want me to do what exactly?" Chauncey asks.

"I don't know. I was thinking you could have someone make it seem like a robbery."

"And what do I get because this is a personal problem. Dude has been loyal to me."

"What do you want?"

"You know what I want," Chauncey smirks.

"The only thing I can do is give you her address. We don't talk anymore so I can't bring her around. She lives alone now just go get the bitch."

"Did Burb promise you he would be with you, cause I don't get it? He takes care of your son. Why is it so hard for you to move on to someone who wants you? Do you think he will want you after this shit?" Spook ask.

"No he didn't promise me anything but it's about the principle. I don't care if he takes care of him; when I got pregnant we should have become a family." I look him in his eyes and glare. "And I don't want anyone else. I love him."

Spook starts laughing. "Calm down, little mama. I don't want your ass either. I just want you to know that none of this is gonna go in your favor. Burb just doesn't want you so get over it."

Rolling my eyes I look back, Chauncey. "Do we have a deal?"

"Text me the address."

Pulling my phone out my purse I send him the address.

He pulls out his phone and nods. "We have a deal."

Turning around I smile. Feeling good about this deal. Fuck anyone who doesn't agree.

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