No family and no where to go, will Karin survive the situation she's gotten herself into, with the help of a Notorious King Pin she just might.. continue reading to find out will she be a survivor..
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That Following Friday..
"Ay Santos, you said they live in 'partment B3 in dem shits on da south side?"
"Yeah, smoke anybody who in dat bitch. ion give a fuck who it is" I said then hung up the phone.
I've decided ima send Tonio a lil message since he decided he wanna be a fucking snake, he better hope his cousin can save his ass, cus both of them niggas dead either way.
Every since dat shit went down, Harlem done smoked 3 of my boys and got my other trap spot hit. Now it's time to play dirty, I'm sick of games and Karin think I don't know she fucking with dat nigga, I got something for her ass too. I meant what I said, ima bury her right next to dat nigga.
I'm sitting in my office smoking a blunt and watching da security cameras, just make sure everybody doing what they supposed to be doing before I get up outta here.
"Ay, Santos lemme holla at you right quick" BJ said walking into my office.
"Wassup b"
"I wanted to know, can I start getting more product than what i'm getting and move over to selling on other blocks too. Shit slow as hell on Hoover & Banks, I got a baby on the way bro I needa stack up"
"If you have notice BJ shit been a lil rocky every since my shit got robbed. I still owe da plug money, my life on da line. y'all percentage of money is cut back until I pay him back everything in full"
"Man dis is bullshit yo, I'm one of yo best workers in dis shit and you can't even look out? You got money bro why don't you jus pay his ass back instead of taking from us. We bussin our ass for dis shit, you talmbout yo life like my freedom ain't on da line nigga!" BJ says getting loud with me.
I pull my gun from my waistband and sit it on my desk. "Now BJ I want you to think about who tf you talking to, cus really I don't gotta give y'all shit. I'm being nice for giving y'all what i'm giving y'all. I don't give a fuck bout you, you baby or nun of dat shit forreal son"
"Man fuck dat you pullin yo gun out like das supposed to scare me. Every since Harlem came home you been ona downfall nigga everybody see it, I came to you on some real shit asking for some help but youn give a fuck bout nobody but yo self. When everybody in dis shit loyal to you and you treat us like shit"
"Man fuck Harlem! I'm doing shit my way and if you don't like it you can step I don't give a fuck I'm making money anyways, prolly more than you will ever see in yo life son"
"Fasho dat b. Ima step, best believe nun of these other niggas don't move like me and you know dat" BJ says as he get up, to walk out my office.
"Ay, BJ you know da game it's only one way out. I would hate for yo kid to grow up w out a father but you made yo choice, I'll see you around."
