In Love With A Street Nigga

Chapter 11

I havent talked to Christina in almost two weeks like damn she really mad at me. I called and texted this girl multiple times and I still havent got no replies. Im not the type of nigga to chase no bitch so she should be lucky that I'm even reaching out like this.  Today I had alot of shit to do. Me and Santana were leaving to go to Cuba tomorrow and I had to make sure everything was gone be good since we were going to be gone for a week. I walked into my bedroom fresh out the shower and started getting dressed. I put on a fresh pair of white true religion jeans,  a sky blue true religion collar shirt, and a pair of my custom sky blue Toms. I brushed my hair real quick and slipped on my gold flat plated chain and Rolex. Before I ever left my house, I always reloaded the clips in my guns I'll be damned if I let somebody catch me slippin.  After I locked up my house, I hopped in my Rolls Royce and sped off down the street. I was on my way to to trap to meet with Santana and the guys so we could go over the precautions for the upcoming week. Pulling up to the house it just looked like we were having a "get together" with all the cars outside; I mean I guess a regular person could say that but we all knew what kind of "get together" this was. I wasnt like the typical D-boys, my houses didnt look like drug houses well, atleast not from the outside;  thats how I kept the laws out my shit. They were all in the hood yea but like I said they didnt look like the typical traps. I made sure to maintain the looks of all my houses, I paid people to keep the lawns up, the houses were always to look up to part; I did not tolerate the laws what soever except for the ones on my payroll. I unlocked the door and walked through the living room toward the back of the house. I opened the door to what appeared to be a closet, I slid up the plate of the only wall plug and typed in the code which made the flooring slide back. I could smell the aroma of the kush the guys was blowing as I walked down the stairs to our underground trap spot. I walked down the narrow hall bobbing my head to the Rich Gang album they were jamming. I rounded the corner and entered the big open room where my workers were posted cooking crack, counting money, and gathering weapons. "Wussup my nigga" some of them greeted me as I walked through. I dapped up everybody and made my way to the office in the back.  As I expected my nigga Santana was in here finishing up last minute plans and preparing when I walked in. He was on the phone so he just gave me a nod and passed me a blunt as I made my way to my desk.  "Yea we'll be there in the morning...seventy-five grand is what we discussed...iight bet" I listened to Santana talk to the person for a minute longer before he hung up. "Everything good with them niggas?" I asked. "Yeah they good Im ready to get this money" he said smiling at me.  "Hell yeah" I replied leaning back in my chair inhailing the marijuana. I listened to Santana tell me the rest of the plans and business we would be going over while we were out there in Cuba next week. "Alright everything sound good" I simply said before getting up from my desk. "Lets go let these niggas know whats to be done while we gone" I said before firing up another blunt. "Alright as yawl know me and Santana will be gone on business for a week in  Cuba" I said looking around the room. I'm trusting yawl niggas to hold shit down while we gone. Loco you in charge of the houses in Bank Head, Remy I want you at the houses on the North, Sleez I want you posted in rosewood and Don you over this area.  Everybody else gone be working under them. I dont wanna come home to nothing but good news and mo money" I said exhaling smoke. I was about to say something else when my phone rang. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the phone, a private number showed up on my screen. "Who dis?" I answered. "Dont worry about all that bitch nigga, just know Im coming for yawl pussy ass niggas and that lil bitch of yours a fine lil thang you better watch her though she gone get you caught up in some shit you aint ready for lil nigga" the person spat. "Nigga Fuck you come see me my nigga!" I hissed in the phone before hanging up. "Yo who the fuck was that Santana asked me?" " Man I dont fuckin know but yawl niggas better be on yawl Ps and muthafuckin Qs!" I spat at my workers who stared at me waiting for information on that call. "If I come back to any fuck ups, Ima catch a body. Everybody need to be in they designated areas tonight" I said looking at each one of them in the eyes before turning around and going back toward the office. 

"Ayye you good?" Santana asked coming back into the office. "Yeah some pussy nigga calling me threatening us and shit. Talking about they coming for us" "Shidddddd you told that nigga come see you I just hope he know who he fuckin with" He said chuckling. "Yeah but the only thing that caught me off gaurd though was the fact that he mentioned Christina" I said looking at Santana. "Wtf...how they know about her?" he asked. "I dont know I've only been out in public with her one time during the day...I mean yea I seen her in the club and at the store but that was it. He talking about she could get me in some shit I aint ready for"  "Dammmn that shit crazy what lil mama do" He asked sitting down across from me lighting up another blunt. I hadnt even gotten a chance to tell Santana what I found out about Christina. I ran my hands over my face and leaned back in my chair. "You knew who Trill was right?" I asked him. "Hell yeah who dont remember that nigga him and his gal had the biggest drug empire in the south...yo uncle the one who killed them nigga I remember you telling me you was suppose to go with him." He said. "Yeah well Christina is they daughter" I huffed out. Santana started choking on the smoke he had just inhaled when I said that. I had to get up and pat that nigga on his back I thought his ass was finna die for a minute. "Man hell nah you lying" he said when he finally got his self together. "they was always in the streets conducting they bidness how  the hell did they even have time for a kid and why the fuck didnt nobody know?" he asked looking at me now fully attentive. "Shit the fuck if I know. When she told me I was just as surprised; that shit caught me all the way off gaurd. But I mean, if I had a kid, I would keep them under the radar too...you know family especially kids is the first thing niggas go after when they tryna take you out." "Yea thats true but I still wanna know why they mentioned her though?" "I dont know but Ima find out. her ass mad at me right now" I said. "Aww damn, what you done did? Yawl aint even together and she mad at yo ass" he laughed. "Man I fuckin told her ass about how I was suppose to go with my uncle that night he killed her parents. She flipped the fuck out. I mean shit she asked how I knew Joc and I told her. I tried to apologize to her ass I been calling and texting and you already know I dont do that shit." "Damn that shit crazy" "Yeah but Ima try to reach out to her ass one more damn time because somebody called her on private a couple weeks ago too. Ima see if they called back or if she got anymore information on who it could possibly be." "That sound like a legit plan let me know what she say but Im finnah get out of here" he said as he got up to leave. He dapped me up and left me to be alone in my office. I didnt know who these niggas was who thought they could just threaten me but they got a whole nother thing coming.