Secrets Revealed

Chapter 22

Trills P.O.V

Leaving Shorty's house was one hard thing to do. I swear that girl made me feel ways I didn't even know I could feel. I'd never been so drawn to somebody. Sometimes it scared the shit out of me. But I knew one thing, I wasn't about to stop it.

I knew she was mad from me leaving after we had just made up, but I had to do what I had to do. I had to handle my business. But I'd get back to her as soon as I got done. I left her house and headed over to one of Trip's many trap houses.

Apparently some shit happened. Some shit that their asses couldn't handle. I swear I hated doing this stuff. This was not my line of business. Stuff like this disgusted me, but I did it for my brother.

I was trying to keep his business running, but it was hard because he had so many enemies. The main reason I still continued to put up with this though, is because I still wanted to find his killer. I know my brother was crazy, so I knew it would take awhilr. But the person that pulled the trigger on my brother would indeed regret it, no doubt about it. Once I was done, I was im gonna hand this drug game off too some other nigga that worked for him.

I arrived at the trap for this meeting, and walked into a room full of chaos. I already didn't wanna be here because for one I could've been with my shorty, and two this shit was stupid and immature. This wasn't the shit I was accustomed too.

I pulled my gun from my waist band, and banged the end of it up against the hard steel of the safe getting the mens attention.

"What the hell wrong with y'all? Y'all know how this shut go, sit the fuck down, shut the fuck up and listen."

They knew not too try me. All of them shut up and sat down. They knew I would shut all this shit down in a hot second.

Tino then walked too the front of the room and stood with me. He and two other men, Dex and Rick, were now in charge under me every since Trips death. They were suppose to keep things up and running for him, but they couldn't have been doing a good job if they had to call me.

"What's the problem? Where Dex and Rick?" I asked Tino.

"The gone dawg."

"Gone as in?" I asked.

"Gone as in dead. Killed. Never coming back."

I took a deep breath. Trying to calm myself. "What happened man?"

"Some bitches ran up on us-"

"Hold up, hold up.. Bitches?" I asked surprised. Then the other men in the room began to say things as well. They agreed with me.

I quickly calmed them down again so I could hear what happened.

"Man listen, it's like this. I wasn't even in the house, yo. I was out back. I don't know exactly what happened. All I know is I hear gunshots. I run back in the house and see two bitches running out. So I start blazing at the other two. I caught one of em, but when I caught her the other one caught me and I went down. Then they left. I guess they came back for the girl I shot because she was gone when I got up. I don't know if she's dead or what. But I know they got Dex and Rick."

I jut didn't like the way this story was sounding. "Some bitches? Some women? Some fucking females? Y'all let some females catch y'all slipping? That's what you telling me dawg?"

Tino knew that it sounded wack as hell. He nodded his head and looked away. "But check this, I think these same women killed Trip too."

"Hell naw man. Not my brother. My brother ain't get caught slipping by no bitches. But they might know who killed him. So find them. Find them and bring them to me. That's the least y'all could do." I said as I looked at all of them.

I then left. That whole situation had me heated. These grown ass mean, who swear that they're as tough as they come. Swear they can handle their own and running shit. They got hit by some women? They couldn't take out a group of women? I just don't understand that. I know that pussy is every mans weakness but damn.

Then, they had the nerve too say that my brother got caught slipping by some bitches. Nah. He was smarter than them. I know that that ain't what happened too him, it couldn't be.

But I know I'm more than tired of this stuff. They better bring me some answers and some answers fast. Because I have my own business too take care of.

I got back in my car and began to back out of the trap when I saw something in my back window. It was a big piece of paper. I stepped out of my car and went and grabbed the paper. I quickly opened it.

"I know who killed your brother and I'm sure you would like to know as well.

1 (205) 6996 text this number and you just might find out."

Why type of shit is this? I thought too myself. This didnt even sound legit to me. What grown person would leave a note on my car instead of coming to me face to face. Then the note said "you might find out." Might my ass. This sounded like blackmail and I wasn't about too deal with it. I'm tired of playing games. I wasn't about too go back and forth with somebody I didn't know, who may not even have the information I needed. But I was still going too give it a try.

I hoped back in my car and pulled my phone out too text the number.

Me: look, check this out. Ion know who this is, but Ian with the games. It's either you know who killed my brother and you gone tell me or you not. I'm not finna beg or play games with you. So either you gone help, or you not gone waste my time. Now what's up?

Anonymous: I'm not with the games either I have the exact information you need.

--------------